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Post by spain on May 17, 2011 18:56:22 GMT
à toutes les sauces.
Antonio had heard good things about the place. So on this breezy, sunny Sunday, he found himself wandering around the Highlands. He'd thought about going back to the little shop he'd met Lovino (but he probably wouldn't be there, would he?) but he found his thoughts wandering back to the rumors.
So with that thought, Antonio took off, navigating the unfamiliar streets. He stopped several times to ask directions. In ten minutes, he stood outside the building. It seems nice enough, Antonio thought to himself as he opened the door.
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Post by france on May 17, 2011 19:35:02 GMT
A bell rings somewhere in the shop as a door opens to the outside world, disturbing the peace of the day.
As Antonio's eyes would adjust to the change from the bright sun to the shady light of the cafe. It is a large space with many tables set in an iregular pattersn across the finely polished floors. The floors are of a dark stone with some kind of silver and gold grain through them. Such things would normally make the space look samll but they are ofset by white-green walls. Set evenly along the walls are French windows, each with a small area that looks to be a modified window seat. In each window seat are copius amounts of pillows and a small lap table, a perfect place to sit and take some tea.
Today the windows are all wide open and the curtians in each of them are fluttering lightly as the wind blows through. A clink of a cup being put down indicates that there is someone in the closest window box, but they are lost to sight behind a old but well cared for Grand Piano. If someone were to look between the curtains, now dying back down as the wind slows, they would see a hint of a lanky body sprawled out behind them.
A sigh and then the sound of standing, a book sliding closed.
"Bonjour"
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Post by spain on May 31, 2011 1:12:49 GMT
It took only a moment for Antonio's eyes to adjust to the dimly lit cafe. "Sorry," he grinned, "Did I bother you?"
He took a few steps closer to the person who'd greeted him, taking in the surroundings as he did so. It was pretty, Antonio decided, but it also seemed... Clean? Sterile? The quiet made it seem almost like a hospital or a research laboratory, the kind you'd see in bad sci-fi/horror movies on late-night television when nothing else was on. "Are you the owner?"
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Post by france on May 31, 2011 20:44:15 GMT
Francis moves out from his window seat, leaving his book next to where he had sat.
"Welcome to à toutes les sauces." He said with a smile as he moved forward. " I am the owner of this fine establishment, and you are ? " He had a feeling that this wasn't a customer, as he seemed to be /sizing/ up the shop. Still he keeps smiling, leaning on the piano.
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