Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2016 5:29:16 GMT
Charlotte had already ordered a large glass of Nero d'Avola in the relative quiet of the trendy-but-elegant wine bar, not far from her office. It was late enough that the after-work crowd had dispersed, for the most part, but the after-dinner crowd (and, by extension, the after-theater crowd,) had not yet begun to filter in. It meant that the place was almost blessedly quiet on a weeknight, even for such a busy city as New York. It was something of a haven, to have remained largely undiscovered by most tourist types who roamed the streets, who wanting a bit of the 'real' New York, before they surrendered to what was a safe bet and wound up eating overpriced cheesecake at the Majestic Deli.
She glanced at the delicate silver wrist-watch she wore, but didn't make a sound of annoyance when she saw how late he was. It would have been a greater shock to the system if he was on time. Charlotte was no stranger to odd and long hours, but she could argue that medical emergencies had greater urgency than legal ones. After all, if a client spent the night in jail rather than having their lawyer post bail immediately, what of it? A victim of a car crash, however, would not wait.
Sipping from her glass, Charlotte took her wire-rimmed reading-glasses from their case and slid them onto her nose, dragging some papers and a capped fountain pen from her bag. Might as well get some work done, herself, until Lucius turned up.
One of the servers wandered over with a butane lighter and reached over to ignite the tea-light that sat at the bottom of a jam jar--a nod to the on-trend Home-y Hipster style of decor which Charlotte could not entirely forgive, though their drinks were very reasonably priced for the location. The lighter clicked once, twice, three times with no success before Charlotte gave the server a cool glance over the tops of her glasses.
"Just leave it," she said. "I really don't require any more ambiance, thank you very much."