[ Patrick usually likes being settled in the midsts of a crowd, but the lunchtime rush is a bit more of a herd. Stepping out of the shop just in time to meet the wave of hungry eyes, he unfurls his umbrella into the faces of those who huddle at the edges of the payment, using it as a battering ram of sorts to make way down the sidewalk. He apologizes, of course, but he doesn't stop, shaking the stings of annoyance off his shoulders like a bird ruffling its feathers.
He's not all that eager to drive in this weather as much as he is to get to his car. Maybe he'll call in late and take his lunch in there. He doubts the family in today wants to watch their overpriced hole in the earth spill mud all over the fresh casket they just bought - it really is all about the presentation.
There's a woman at the corner of the street, hiding under a sheaf of paper that is quickly soaking through. One could make a decent analogy out of that. Patrick isn't a poet, nor does he consider himself much a gentleman, but a damsel in distress is worthy, at least, of a passing attention. He's tall, taller than her, at least. As he steps closer to the curb, he sidles up beside her and sweeps the long, black canvas of his umbrella over her head like the shadow of a wide wing. ]
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He's not all that eager to drive in this weather as much as he is to get to his car. Maybe he'll call in late and take his lunch in there. He doubts the family in today wants to watch their overpriced hole in the earth spill mud all over the fresh casket they just bought - it really is all about the presentation.
There's a woman at the corner of the street, hiding under a sheaf of paper that is quickly soaking through. One could make a decent analogy out of that. Patrick isn't a poet, nor does he consider himself much a gentleman, but a damsel in distress is worthy, at least, of a passing attention. He's tall, taller than her, at least. As he steps closer to the curb, he sidles up beside her and sweeps the long, black canvas of his umbrella over her head like the shadow of a wide wing. ]
You look like you could use a friend.
[ He'll joke, low with a mild curl to his lips. ]