People Watching
With her laptop stowed safely in its backpack, Veronica stepped lightly down the sidewalk of the busy street. She'd been in Nachton for a couple months now, but she still wasn't used to the almost constant flood of people that walked up and down the Strip.
The sun was bright and warm and Veronica had the day off work. But of course, there really was no such thing as a 'day off' when you're an architect. Which is most of the reason she had her laptop with her today. Otherwise she would have loved to leave the damn thing back in the apartment.
As she stepped in front of the door to an Indian restaurant whose name she had no dreams of pronouncing, her stomach rumbled loudly. How did she get to be so hungry? She just ate - she fished out her cell phone - six hours ago?! How the hell did it get to be so late in the afternoon? Well, it didn't matter now. There was no way her stomach was going to let her go without sampling this wonderful aroma. There were a few empty tables outside on the sidewalk, so Veronica requested one from the host. He was cute - obviously not Indian himself - and she could feel his eyes on her as she sat down.
Veronica was wearing a small pink tank-top that left little of her chest to the imagination. The bottom of the small shirt came several inches from touching the waistband of her jean shorts. They rode low on her hips and were cut very high on her legs, leaving miles of sun-kissed thigh open for appraisal. She wore a pair of cheap flip-flops and her long crimson hair was braided into one long pony-tail.
"Thank you," she said with a polite smile after he took her drink order. She found what she wanted a moment after he left. Putting the menu down on the other side of the table, she pulled her laptop out and booted it up. She crossed a leg over the other, exposing even more of her flawless thigh to whoever wanted to look, and began going over some design documents while she waited for someone to come and take her order.
"Not especially, no, thanks for asking though." With a glance, she quickly took in the flushed face, deep chocolate eyes, and rather erect protruberances hiding beneath her pink tank. Something in those eyes...
"I'm just immensely frustrated that this is the fourth interview I've tried to go on, and the third I've been stood up on. I'm beginning to think that the businesses and firms here in Nachton aren't half as professional as they pretend to be." She sighed lightly, shifting the portfolio and brushing a stray lock of hair from her face.
She chuckled ruefully. "If I didn't need a job so badly, and want a desk job, I might almost be tempted to take up..." Her nose wrinkled as she grinned, then whispered, "street corners."
She leaned toward the other woman, her voice dropped for her ears. "Well, I don't know about any corners, but you'd make a killing in any of the strip clubs I've been in." With a wink, Veronica grinned broadly again and extended her hand. "Name's Veronica," she said in a more normal tone. "Want to come join my friend and me?"
"I'd love to, that is, if the host here hasn't gotten any news on whether or not my contact exists or not."
She glanced back to the podium to find the host missing. Heaving a sigh, she looked back at Veronica and smiled. "Certainly, Veronica. I'm Rachyl."
Two girls in one day, Veronica thought with a grin as she held the door open for Rachyl. The need to use the restroom had been pushed to the back of her mind by the rather naughty ideas she was getting. "After you," Veronica said with another smile. "I'm with the cute blond to the right."
"Thanks," she said, as she turned to the right and searched the tables for a "cute blond." As she began to move towards the table, she caught the woman's eyes, smiled then paused a half step in shock, and glanced behind herself at Veronica.
She allowed the other woman to catch up to her, and whispered through her smile, "Isn't she Meegan Masters?"
Noticing her laptop, Veronica quickly stuffed it back in its backpack to clear the table a bit. Looks like work will have to wait. Damn, she thought sarcastically.
Meegan laughed as she signaled the waiter.
"Add a third person to our order and bring this oung lady the drink of her choice."
She turned back to Rachyl.
"You look familiar to me, have we met somewhere before?"
Meegan smiled and extended a hand to Rachyl.
Rachyl took Meegan's hand and shook it, but the other woman didn't let go even while she signaled the waiter and laughed. Giggling a moment herself, Rachyl blanked as the waiter expected her drink order, said simply "Ice tea, unsweetened," and waited til the blond's attention was back on her.
"You look familiar to me, have we met somewhere before?"
Her hand still captive in Meegan's, Rachyl nodded, fighting to keep herself from blushing. "We briefly met at your last fashion show - on Memorial Day."
(( permission given by Meegan ))
Meegan released Rachyl's hand and gestured to a chair. "Please, sit."
"Thanks. I can't imagine where else we would have met. I've not been in town long, so I'm a bit at a loss."
"Long story short, I moved down from New Jersey, looking for work."
Meegan's eyes clouded briefly, and her fingers went automatically to the silver cross tucked beneath her shirts. Her eyes were bright again almost before it could be noticed and she smoothed the gauzy tank.
"Odd as it may seem, I saw a billboard with an ad for one of your fashion shows, and decided I wanted to come here."
Meegan chuckled low in her throat, as she reached into her bag and pulled out a small collapable bowl and a bottle of water. She placed the bowl on the ground and quickly poured water into it. Keeping her eyes on Rachyl, while she did.
She placed the bowl on the ground and quickly poured water into it. Keeping her eyes on Rachyl, while she did.
Rachyl found her eyes drifting to the woman's chest as she leaned over, and she forced herself to reply while looking at her sparkling green eyes.
"Well, it -was- the cheapest. But it was also partly because I've had dealings with your line before, and own a few of the outfits - which are quite comfortable, I might add - and wanted to be near the source... Which happened to be six hours by bus away from New Jersey."
"Excuse me, Ladies," she interrupted politely as she rose from her chair. "This time I really am going to powder my nose." With a playful smile to each girl, Veronica turned and slipped into the restaurant.
"Dealings with my line?" Meegan narrowed her eyes and looked intently at Rachyl.
"Ah-hah! That's it! Now I know how I know you." A smug smile curled Meegan's lips.
When she exclaimed, "Now I know how I know you!" Rachyl couldn't help but be confused as a smug smile grow across the woman's full lips. She pushed away the thought of them dragging across bare skin as she replied.
"Okay, you have me at a distinct disadvantage. Do share?"
"You are Rachyl Walker. You purchased design number seventy-three twenty-one. You lived in Millville, NJ with your mother. You are five feet tall and weight approximatly one hundred thirty pounds. Your twenty-five years old and your birthday is April twenty-eighth, nineteen eighty."
She laughed a bit and placed her hand on Rachyl's arm. "I'm sorry I get carried away some times."