Post by joey crowe on Oct 17, 2004 0:28:00 GMT
Chapter One: The Elevator Encounter
There was a mist in the air, I don't know how to explain it, it was as if fate had made this day for me. Fate had it's way, and I had my way of not passing up opportunities. I had awoken from my restless sleep, I dragged my feet and made my bed, pulling up the aqua sheets and softly fluffing my down pillows. I had been restless. I made my way to the kitchenette, readying the utensils for my morning dose of sunshine in the form of a double sunny-side up on my Royal Copenhagen dishes. The fork I was using at the time rested in my hands and at sometimes almost fell from my fingers; I sipped my coffee politely. This was my daily routine, to get up and eat and to go to work. I got into my car and started toward my lovely job, my dream come true. I made it to the studio after almost losing my nerve with a enraged driver. I would make a cd for the second time this year. The stairs were a struggle, so I took my violin case and the two of us headed to the elevator. The doors were just about to shut me out. I ran to them as someone from the inside held them open for me. I took this as a friendly gesture and continued forth into the elevator, I caught the scent of roses. Yellow roses are my favorite. The smell made me forget why I came, but I soon remembered. I looked to my right as the person next to me asked simply, "Which floor...?" I replied quietly, "The fifth, please." The person was holding an armful of delightfully yellow roses, and cradled them against the pressure of the rising elevator. He was tall, and his eyes were clouded with the haze that was determination; I knew those clouds well. He was clothed in a black jacket and black shirt and pants with a red tie, which was quite a combination. The elevator shuddered as it reached the fifth floor and I gingerly stepped out, nodding to the gentleman. To my surprise, he got out promptly behind me. I continued on to the studio, the boy not leavng my path, not straying for a moment. A few times i looked back, only to catch him quickly looking away and reading the card attached to the precious roses. A few minutes into our walk I proceded to talk to him, "Hello. May I ask who those roses are for? You seem like you're looking for someone." I smiled as he spoke, "Are you...uhm...Miss Michiru? I guess I'm supposed to deliver these to you." He handed me the roses and seeing the shock on my face, said, "I wanted to make sure it was you, I'm sorry if it seemed like I was stalking you." He chuckled and I said politely, "Oh, I really appreciate this gift. Thank you." I smiled as the boy said playfully, "Don't thank me, ma'am, thank the one who sent them..." I held the roses carefully and watched the young man walk away, thinking I would never see him again. After work, I went home and took off my shoes, and threw my light coat on the couch. The sweet roses made their new home in a crystal vase on my kitchen counter. Surprisingly, there was no card attached to them. I went to my room and placed my nightgown on the light teal covers on my bed as I made my way to the bathroom. I found myself thinking about my day, as I often do in the bath, and one thought that couldn't be washed from my mind was that guy in the elevator. He was quite mysterious, the way he carried himself was one thing I picked up right away. He walked lightly, his feet sometimes caught a tip-toe or two between steps, which was quite odd. Another detail I tend to notice in people is their eyes and hair. It was peculiar that he never looked me in the eyes; his eyes displayed a unique twist of red and gold, mocking a sunset, the color of eyes that is quite unusual. He wore all black, and his hair was a pale blonde, almost white, making himself look quite abnormal, dare I say, even suspicious. I blew some soap bubbles from my hands gently and proceeded to rinse my hair. This would have to take a few days of work and maybe even the weekend for me to forget, but then again, I continued to see those roses on my counter in the morning...
There was a mist in the air, I don't know how to explain it, it was as if fate had made this day for me. Fate had it's way, and I had my way of not passing up opportunities. I had awoken from my restless sleep, I dragged my feet and made my bed, pulling up the aqua sheets and softly fluffing my down pillows. I had been restless. I made my way to the kitchenette, readying the utensils for my morning dose of sunshine in the form of a double sunny-side up on my Royal Copenhagen dishes. The fork I was using at the time rested in my hands and at sometimes almost fell from my fingers; I sipped my coffee politely. This was my daily routine, to get up and eat and to go to work. I got into my car and started toward my lovely job, my dream come true. I made it to the studio after almost losing my nerve with a enraged driver. I would make a cd for the second time this year. The stairs were a struggle, so I took my violin case and the two of us headed to the elevator. The doors were just about to shut me out. I ran to them as someone from the inside held them open for me. I took this as a friendly gesture and continued forth into the elevator, I caught the scent of roses. Yellow roses are my favorite. The smell made me forget why I came, but I soon remembered. I looked to my right as the person next to me asked simply, "Which floor...?" I replied quietly, "The fifth, please." The person was holding an armful of delightfully yellow roses, and cradled them against the pressure of the rising elevator. He was tall, and his eyes were clouded with the haze that was determination; I knew those clouds well. He was clothed in a black jacket and black shirt and pants with a red tie, which was quite a combination. The elevator shuddered as it reached the fifth floor and I gingerly stepped out, nodding to the gentleman. To my surprise, he got out promptly behind me. I continued on to the studio, the boy not leavng my path, not straying for a moment. A few times i looked back, only to catch him quickly looking away and reading the card attached to the precious roses. A few minutes into our walk I proceded to talk to him, "Hello. May I ask who those roses are for? You seem like you're looking for someone." I smiled as he spoke, "Are you...uhm...Miss Michiru? I guess I'm supposed to deliver these to you." He handed me the roses and seeing the shock on my face, said, "I wanted to make sure it was you, I'm sorry if it seemed like I was stalking you." He chuckled and I said politely, "Oh, I really appreciate this gift. Thank you." I smiled as the boy said playfully, "Don't thank me, ma'am, thank the one who sent them..." I held the roses carefully and watched the young man walk away, thinking I would never see him again. After work, I went home and took off my shoes, and threw my light coat on the couch. The sweet roses made their new home in a crystal vase on my kitchen counter. Surprisingly, there was no card attached to them. I went to my room and placed my nightgown on the light teal covers on my bed as I made my way to the bathroom. I found myself thinking about my day, as I often do in the bath, and one thought that couldn't be washed from my mind was that guy in the elevator. He was quite mysterious, the way he carried himself was one thing I picked up right away. He walked lightly, his feet sometimes caught a tip-toe or two between steps, which was quite odd. Another detail I tend to notice in people is their eyes and hair. It was peculiar that he never looked me in the eyes; his eyes displayed a unique twist of red and gold, mocking a sunset, the color of eyes that is quite unusual. He wore all black, and his hair was a pale blonde, almost white, making himself look quite abnormal, dare I say, even suspicious. I blew some soap bubbles from my hands gently and proceeded to rinse my hair. This would have to take a few days of work and maybe even the weekend for me to forget, but then again, I continued to see those roses on my counter in the morning...