Post by Marquise on Jan 22, 2016 1:03:46 GMT
Be as you wish to seem.
~ Socrates
~ Socrates
Word Count: 538
marquise was sitting in his favorite chair at his favorite cafe next to the garden square. It was a corner table in a french style cafe. The seats were upholstered by experts in some of the finest materials. The wood of the table and chairs were masterfully carved in a floral design and stained perfectly. Marquise sat next to the open windows of the cafe and listened to the fleeting conversations of people passing by. He had ordered a drip coffee and its brew master was on his way over to his table to make it.
The young brewmaster walked over to Marquise, bowed to him and the proceeds to craft. He grinds the coffee beans. He prepares the drip cup with the correct filter and then pours in about half of a cup of hot water, fully saturating the filter and warming the porcelain. The water will also heat the cup. He lets the remaining water sit in its kettle until it is about two hundred degrees Fahrenheit. After a minute or so, he empties the now-warm cup and prepares to brew. The young brew master pours the ground coffee into the filter and give it a gentle shake. This flattens the bed, allows for a more even pour. Starting at the bed’s center, he gently pours twice the amount of water to that of coffee into the grounds. He continually pours into the center of the grounds. He pours until the brewing process is done two minutes later. He puts the cup on a saucer and gentle nudges it towards Marquise who takes it happily. As the brew master walks away, Marquise sips on his coffee as he looks out the window listening to the chatting of adventurers.
Two people stopped a few feet away from the open window and began chatting. One was wearing rather unique looking robe. A glistening black robe with small, dots that if where alone wouldn't be noticeable, but the robe is covered in them and it makes it look like the night sky. Its a rather beautiful robe that made Marquise envious with seconds of casting his gaze upon it. The person in the robe spoke up to the person they were speaking to. Their voice was was light, and a little effeminate but there was no mistaking it. It was definitely a man under the robe. Not only was Marquise envious of the robe, now he was jealous of the mans figure. It was so slender and shapely that it was impossible to tell that the man was actually a man without him speaking. It put Marquise to shame in terms playing the feminine man. Marquise just sipped his coffee in anger as he listened to the conversation.
After his coffee was finished and the man in the robe left with the other person, Marquise made his way up from his seat and headed to the counter to pay. He didn't really heed much attention to the clerk handing Marquise his change. He was boggled by what he had just heard and needed to speak to that person on his own, even if he was jealous of him. Theres no way he would pass up an opportunity like this.
