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Witnessing a Deal When I heard the restaurant door open, I followed my first instinct; I looked up. In the doorway was a young man of medium height, wearing a dark gray trench coat and a flat cap. Before he had completely scanned the area, I followed my next instinct; I looked down. It was too late. He had noticed that I had seen him. To my dismay, he walked right over to my table.Witnessing a Deal by ~Darjavine
“Ahem,” he coughed. “Excuse me, Miss.”
I glanced up at him. The guy had very piercing eyes; they were light hazel.
“I couldn’t help but notice you staring at me as I came in. Would you mind if I sa
Argus ApocraphexOf the many tiny beads of sweat that had formed on his forehead, two fell down, further soaking his already dampened brow. Suspended, he floated upside-down in a padded room, dreaming without consciousness of his body or its position in space.
His mind reeled from slide to slideimages of adolescence pooling together and then streaming into an old time film: The Life and Times of Donald A. Silver. The yellowed silent movie showed a young man smiling and leaning against an old Chevrolet sedan. Cigarettes burnt the corner, and he was dancing with the woman he'd asked to marry him. But in the center of the shot, a blur grew from the in