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Sudden idea and please forgive my grammar mistakes and shit! OTL...
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It had been almost 6 years since he started working for her. As usual, he found more order sent by the red hair leader in his e-mail inbox. He glanced through the mails quickly while jotting down something hurriedly in his tiny memo pad. All these years, he had developed a skill of writing down stuffs quickly and accurately without looking at the paper, not that it's a superb skill or anything but he is still happy for this little skill he had acquired throughout the years.
His hand stopped once he saw a mail sent by the leader, titled "Pigeon Feeding". Somehow, he doesn’t know how to react to this e-mail, he fell into a deep thought, could this be another trick by Quenna. He could almost imagined her laughing voice if this mail were a trap and he had fell for it. He stared at the venue and time of the “Pigeon Feeding” written in the mail. Few minutes passed, he placed his fingers on the keypad and then back to his lap, repeating the process. Finally, a light smile curved up on his face and he started to type something, swiftly.
“Dear Mr. Reyes:
I would like to invite you to a pigeon feeding event held in the park near my apartmen- “
Fingers stopped, he fell into a deep thought again, frowning. This invitation seemed too formal and stiff, and so he decided to rephrase it. Again, long fingers dancing on keypad.
“Dear Mr. Enzo:
I was wondering are you free this Saturday morning, there is a pigeon feeding event in the park near my place and I would really enjoy your accompany. After that, we could go to the cafe I’ve been talking about and have a taste of its famous Mocha. I’m sure you would love it. “
Lariat sat back on his chair and noticed that he spent almost half an hour just to type this short letter but he couldn’t care less. He walked to his kitchen and thinking what he should prepare for the pigeons, and of course, for Enzo. Perhaps, a simple lunch box with wedges and some fruits, a salad, or maybe smoked salmon. And so, Lariat started humming a random rhythm and off preparing lunchbox. (I thought you guys were supposed to prepare pigeon feeds??)
*What if Enzo rejected, huh?? So he would have to eat all the food by himself?? Or maybe he might just share some with Quenna and PauPau when he visit them.*
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It had been almost 6 years since he started working for her. As usual, he found more order sent by the red hair leader in his e-mail inbox. He glanced through the mails quickly while jotting down something hurriedly in his tiny memo pad. All these years, he had developed a skill of writing down stuffs quickly and accurately without looking at the paper, not that it's a superb skill or anything but he is still happy for this little skill he had acquired throughout the years.
His hand stopped once he saw a mail sent by the leader, titled "Pigeon Feeding". Somehow, he doesn’t know how to react to this e-mail, he fell into a deep thought, could this be another trick by Quenna. He could almost imagined her laughing voice if this mail were a trap and he had fell for it. He stared at the venue and time of the “Pigeon Feeding” written in the mail. Few minutes passed, he placed his fingers on the keypad and then back to his lap, repeating the process. Finally, a light smile curved up on his face and he started to type something, swiftly.
“Dear Mr. Reyes:
I would like to invite you to a pigeon feeding event held in the park near my apartmen- “
Fingers stopped, he fell into a deep thought again, frowning. This invitation seemed too formal and stiff, and so he decided to rephrase it. Again, long fingers dancing on keypad.
“Dear Mr. Enzo:
I was wondering are you free this Saturday morning, there is a pigeon feeding event in the park near my place and I would really enjoy your accompany. After that, we could go to the cafe I’ve been talking about and have a taste of its famous Mocha. I’m sure you would love it. “
Lariat sat back on his chair and noticed that he spent almost half an hour just to type this short letter but he couldn’t care less. He walked to his kitchen and thinking what he should prepare for the pigeons, and of course, for Enzo. Perhaps, a simple lunch box with wedges and some fruits, a salad, or maybe smoked salmon. And so, Lariat started humming a random rhythm and off preparing lunchbox. (I thought you guys were supposed to prepare pigeon feeds??)
*What if Enzo rejected, huh?? So he would have to eat all the food by himself?? Or maybe he might just share some with Quenna and PauPau when he visit them.*
