The bar is rather cozy, as usual. Wooden seats, wooden floor, wines from all those Mediterranean countries, and well-polished glasses set on the tables. Admiring the orange-carmine sunset, Orpheus puts the last goblet onto the counter. Perfect.
As dusk fades away, the bartender checks his watch, whose has a silver color and nice, simple design. "Where's dear Spartor? I supposed he would show up ten minutes ago." Frowning, he shouts into the kitchen.
"I don't know, maybe those kids from the orphanage refused to let him go."
Another voice replied back, patient but unwilling. "Maybe you have to take his place."
"So he is the only person who is busy? Nice. I don't even know that he's popular with others, neither do I know that he's more popular than me."
"You'd better stop comparing the legitimacy between flirting around and being a volunteer of good charity, and try to find yourself something meaningful to do." The commenter walks out with a tie on his collar, adjusting the red fabric. "You are wasting your life."
"Well, I found it boring long ago..." Orpheus, collapses on one of those wooden chairs, randomly throws his right arm into the air, straight toward the sinking afterglow. "And just decided to take it easy." His ocean blue eyes stares blankly, making another youngster unspeakable.
"You really need a life." He snaps.
"Samuel, how many times did I tell you, that we will never exist on the same page?"
"You see, Wikipedia always separates us into two different species; Guess that makes sense."
As Orpheus finally comes out with something to argue with, the door creaks, a young man in his twenties walking incide. "You have nice spaghetti?" He asks. "I almost freaked out, didn't know that our supervisor's daughter just yelled at her dad this morning."
The two hesitate, and the same smile spread across their faces.
"Of course, sir!" Orpheus grins widely, "See? Today is still your day; Not so bad, is it?"
He leads the consumer to his seat, secretly mouthing:
A big deal, Slender.
And Samuel said silently:
Strike while it's hot. Here they come.
