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Each forthcoming moment for Alfredo saw his fragile structure
being discriminated by society, yet today brought forth an electric
state of mind, powerful enough to compensate the poor weather
and even poorer state of mind. Tonight Alfredo would bind the
barriers between himself and society; he was going on a romantic
date with a woman of human nature.
At 6:30pm, Alfredo roamed the manic, glamorised, urbanised
streets of New York City on his way to feast upon a Parisian cuisine
in his luxe, champagne coloured vehicle.
‘
Alfredo?!
’ He knew the voice without knowing its owner; her voice
resonated with him, despite the fact they’d only just barely met? He
gazed, escaped gravity, embraced towards her, like a panicked
newborn infant towards it’s mother.
‘
Bon jour belle…
’ Alfredo softly crooned into her ear, like a gentle
beast, softly approaching its prey. The elixir of her perfume lingered
around each cell of Alfredo’s nostrils.
‘
Can I get you a
C
roak
-
a
-C
ola
?’
He asked, even before taking a seat
at their table, was this action to eager? Or did it exude a vibe of
confidence and resilience?
‘S
ure!
’ She exclaimed, releasing an equally exuberant vibe.
Already from such a mere introduction, it could be predicted their personalities
were so equally comparable, and what could ever try to fight good with good?
This was a momentous realisation for Alfredo; it is not all of society that looks
down on the frog.
As each word was expressed; as each laugh emerged; as each smile was
exchanged; as each processor of drinks began to flourish; and as each forthcoming
tick of the clock passed, it was the only suppression of time; the nemesis of
the night
.
The doors of the kitchen emerged open, releasing a sheer scent of
the meal that was to be shared between this potentially forgoing
relationship. Although, in such a way, the residue of the scent
resonated with Alfredo too quickly, in an undesirable way.
The shadow of this Parisian waiter crept behind Alfredo, the
scent growing stronger. It was not until the waiter identified this
resonated scent, which sent Alfredo into a frozen, reluctant state
of mind.
‘Frogs legs for the lady.’
Statue of
Ribberty
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