I'll Be Seeing You {RadioDust}

Chapter 61

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Sunday, August 12th, 1923
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Sunday came much quicker than Alastor had expected it to, the event of Madeline's birthday party now just a mere few hours away. Alastor still wasn't fond of the idea of attending, but if Anthony wanted to, he wasn't going to stop him from indulging in a party while he could.

After the carnival the previous night, Alastor and Anthony had returned to the brunette's home and had eaten, said their goodnights to Amélie, and went to sleep relatively early.
That was why Alastor supposed Sunday had come so quickly.

Alastor had told Anthony not to bother with getting too dressed up since it was more of a get together than a party, but of course, he could hardly talk. He was always dressed formally.

Plans to pick up beignets at the bakery were still going ahead, and thankfully the bakery was open- it being one of the very few shops that welcomed business on Sundays.
As the two men walked at their respective distances towards the bakery, just having hopped off the streetcar, Alastor motioned in the direction of the hotel.
"If you want to save time, you're more than welcome to get what you need at the hotel while I pick up the beignets."

Anthony nodded with a bit of a smile.
"That works just fine. If I'm done b'fore ya, I'll meet up with ya at the bakery and vice versa."
He replied with a clap of his hands, starting up the steps of the hotel now.
"See ya in a bit!"

If Anthony was honest with himself, he was pretty nervous. He was going to be meeting someone that both Alastor and Rosie didn't seem to be too fond of, as well as some of her friends and her husband. He didn't have an exact number, but he was prepared for a lot of people.
At least, that's usually how get-togethers went back home; all members of the life included in the gathering whether that be a wedding or a christening. Everyone was treated like family; therefore, everyone was invited... mostly.

Once he got up to his room, Anthony quickly washed, got dressed, gathered some things that he thought he would bring along such as pencils and his sketchbook, and then left his room to make his way towards the bakery.
He was glad that it was open for a few hours on Sundays.

The same woman as always was at the bakery that morning, and the smell of all the freshly baked goods never failed to make Alastor's mouth water every time he visited the establishment.

Conversing with the woman in French for a little, knowing he still had time, it was when he ordered the beignets that she told him they were almost ready, they just needed a few more minutes. That was fine of course, he still had a few minutes to spare surely.

Once Anthony arrived at the tiny store on the corner of one of the streets, he stepped inside, smiling once he saw Alastor. Checking the time on his watch, the blonde nodded.
"It's five t' three. We gotta hurry."

The brunette nodded at the information.
"It's alright. I'm sure if we run a few minutes over, the excuse of picking up beignets will be more than acceptable. A fresh batch is just being made now."

Anthony slowly raised a brow, yet smiled warmly anyways. If Alastor didn't see a problem with being late, there probably wasn't. Anthony was always set on a strict schedule and if he said he was going to be somewhere at a specific time, he was going to be there on time no matter what. It wasn't like that here, which was a little strange for him.

"Alright."
The blonde nodded, stepping further into the bakery, and leaned himself against the wall, nodding politely again at the woman with another smile.

It wasn't long before a young man came out with the order of beignets, scooping them into two paper bags before handing them over to Alastor.
"Passe une bonne journée."
[Have a good day.]
He said before returning to the back of the shop.