Hidden - Chapter 3
Red was the colour for February, but the mood was far from it on the city streets. Red popped up all over the grey streets. Grey skies kept the afternoon windy, cold and wet. And yet there were red street lights. Red umbrellas held against the wind. Even the few leaves left from summer were red. Stubborn ivy, climbing on brick work and fences, was red. It was a beastly afternoon. A red decoration outside the beautiful old hotel seemed garish and out of place.
The mood in coffee shops and cafes was warm and carefree. Groups of friends, laughing and talking, lightened the mood. One or two were dressed in cosy red sweaters. One woman had a charming red hat on that was tilted saucily to one side. The purple feather in the hat band sketched the air with each word she spoke.
Charlotta and Pearl had chosen this dining room for their lunch and were glad to get out of the rain. The cheerful waitress seated them near the piano where Evan was making magic on the keys. The handsome young man was soon the topic of their conversation. Ethan sat at the bar nursing a drink while he waited for the set to end. The two young men had no plans for the evening. He had seen the two women come in and wondered if their plans had just walked in.
“We see but in dreams the ideal.”
~ Henri Cazalis, Always
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