Friends eat lunch together
WHO: Ivan and Francis (later appearance by Gilbert)
WHEN: Sunday afternoon
WHERE: Some... cafe... Let's say Russian
WHAT: Francis invited Ivan out on a make-up lunch, civility all around. Right?
Francis had decided that he should try somewhere he hadn't been yet in Liberty. Which, in itself, was a feat and worthy of some recognition. So he picked a (clean-looking, of course) small, hole-in-the wall restaurant. Everyone knows of course, that those restaurants, the ones that don't even have a name besides their chef's and everyone who goes there is on a first-name-basis.
He'd frequented a few in France, actually, and found himself missing them emmesely, so what a better way than to find another? Taking Ivan down the more compact parts of Liberty and very thankful for the bike (scooter. but he insisted "bike") that Alfred had purchased him. They reached an adequate looking spot and the Frenchman pulled Ivan off his bike and towards it, settling them at a tiny table inside the small eating place and picking up the one-sided menu.
"Don't you just love places like this?" he questioned, glancing out the window next to them only for a second before inspecting his own menu. "I thought it would be nice- a new place to eat, non?"
WHEN: Sunday afternoon
WHERE: Some... cafe... Let's say Russian
WHAT: Francis invited Ivan out on a make-up lunch, civility all around. Right?
Francis had decided that he should try somewhere he hadn't been yet in Liberty. Which, in itself, was a feat and worthy of some recognition. So he picked a (clean-looking, of course) small, hole-in-the wall restaurant. Everyone knows of course, that those restaurants, the ones that don't even have a name besides their chef's and everyone who goes there is on a first-name-basis.
He'd frequented a few in France, actually, and found himself missing them emmesely, so what a better way than to find another? Taking Ivan down the more compact parts of Liberty and very thankful for the bike (scooter. but he insisted "bike") that Alfred had purchased him. They reached an adequate looking spot and the Frenchman pulled Ivan off his bike and towards it, settling them at a tiny table inside the small eating place and picking up the one-sided menu.
"Don't you just love places like this?" he questioned, glancing out the window next to them only for a second before inspecting his own menu. "I thought it would be nice- a new place to eat, non?"