Surprises (Evan)
Sept 5, 2013 12:27:29 GMT -5
Post by Joshua Bernstein on Sept 5, 2013 12:27:29 GMT -5
(Obviously this is set after the camping trip so I'm fudging the usual "threads take place on the day you start them" thing)
Guilt was a powerful motivator.
Having returned from the office at a later hour than intended the night before, Josh had decided that the obvious thing to do was to make it up to Sean. He had no court appointments and had cleared his schedule of client meetings, pawning off what he could onto Nico and Janet, and set off on his bicycle for Hammel.
He'd placed an order before leaving with Sean's favorite Chinese restaurant, and he wanted to arrive before the food; he'd pedaled as fast as he could, but as he skidded into the parking lot he saw the familiar delivery van pulling away.
Disappointment washed over him as he parked, chaining up his bike with a sigh of resignation. So much for being there to see Sean's expression.
He stopped by the front desk to sign in as a visitor, giving the receptionist a hurried greeting, haste distracting him from what would otherwise have included several minutes of conversation, and then he took off down the hall.
Had he been paying more attention he might have noticed that the office he entered wasn't Sean's, but his impatience caused a decline in his observational skills, and it wasn't until after he had announced, "good afternoon, Sean!" that he noticed the man behind the desk wasn't Sean at all.
Guilt was a powerful motivator.
Having returned from the office at a later hour than intended the night before, Josh had decided that the obvious thing to do was to make it up to Sean. He had no court appointments and had cleared his schedule of client meetings, pawning off what he could onto Nico and Janet, and set off on his bicycle for Hammel.
He'd placed an order before leaving with Sean's favorite Chinese restaurant, and he wanted to arrive before the food; he'd pedaled as fast as he could, but as he skidded into the parking lot he saw the familiar delivery van pulling away.
Disappointment washed over him as he parked, chaining up his bike with a sigh of resignation. So much for being there to see Sean's expression.
He stopped by the front desk to sign in as a visitor, giving the receptionist a hurried greeting, haste distracting him from what would otherwise have included several minutes of conversation, and then he took off down the hall.
Had he been paying more attention he might have noticed that the office he entered wasn't Sean's, but his impatience caused a decline in his observational skills, and it wasn't until after he had announced, "good afternoon, Sean!" that he noticed the man behind the desk wasn't Sean at all.
? Born of social terror, Evan's inner caricature of an Irishman came springing out of some dark corner of his subconscious like a Guinness-swilling Cthulhu.
