I'll Be Seeing You {RadioDust}

Chapter 4

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Tuesday, January 4th, 1921
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For a couple of days now, the celebration of Le Réveillon de la Saint-Sylvestre, otherwise known as New Year's Eve, was over. Every year within New Orleans was the celebration usually big, all different cultures and people getting together to celebrate the coming of a new year.
Alastor had been surrounded by friends, strangers, and of course his mother, and as it always was every year it was simply a delight.
There was music, fireworks being let off over the Mississippi, and of course, there was food. Lots and lots of food.

But now, the morning of January 4th, things had died down a little.
Alastor, as he opened up the butcher's that morning, had his usual bright smile upon his face. In light of the recent celebrations, his paranoia over his mother's safety had certainly gone down. He'd been so busy over the past few days that he'd barely had a spare second to think about Mr. Batallier and all of the information he'd managed to gain on him and his movements across the city every day of the week; but, to think that Batallier was in the clear was a foolish thought. Alastor still despised the man and while his thoughts had been elsewhere over the past few days, that didn't mean that any plans he had made were completely thrown out the window. They were still very much there.

Anthony found that he wasn't nearly as tired as he'd first thought. He managed to sleep for a few hours, but it seemed to be enough for now. Since he was unable to sleep any more, he got up and get himself ready to go out.

After his little nap, Anthony had forgotten about his vent spill on paper, leaving it on his desk for the time being. His mind was reset and back to its normal pace, assuming that his little episode from the night before was just from the pressure of his current job.

Making it out to the street, the Italian started making his way to see an acquaintance of his, just wanting to see him again. Of course, there was absolutely no plan to this whatsoever, so it was as he entered the shop, the bell sounding, that Anthony realized how stupid he was about to look for just showing up without the intent of buying anything or having anything to really talk about... again.

He froze, weighing his options for a moment or two, thinking he'd look kind of stupid walking into a shop and then immediately walking out again, not to mention that the bell had rung, alerting those who were inside of his presence and there was absolutely no way of taking any of that back.

Alastor was in somewhat of a cheerful mood that Tuesday morning, working at the back of the store this time as he hung up some meats and sorted some other by date within the cold room.
Hearing the bell as soon as it rang out, Alastor removed his gloves and quickly washed his hands before walking out to the front of the store with a smile.
It seemed he was just in time in greeting the familiar customer, the man looking as if he was about to leave.

"Well, if it isn't Mr. Ragnatela."
Alastor grinned, leaning against the counter with an elbow, chin resting in his palm as he looked towards Anthony.
"And what brings you here this fine morning? Are you perhaps going to actually buy something today?"
There was a slight smugness behind his words, referring to the fact that every time Anthony had shown his face at the butchers, it was never to actually buy any of the produce.

Okay, so maybe Anthony had done this once or twice before. He didn't know why he was doing it though.
What a lie. He was just in an insane amount of denial.

Something caught his attention, in particular, today though.
"I don't remember tellin' ya my surname."
He stated.
He really didn't, then again he could have just forgotten. There was too much going on in his mind for him to really focus on anything specific, which wasn't exactly good seeing as he came here for a job and nothing more.