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Across the Room, Across the Sea. Prologue.
Across the Room, Across the Sea
Prologue
By: Lady Logan
Rating: PG-13 this chapter.
Pairing: Orlando and a mystery man (for now! ^^)
Summary: Across a room, Orlando spies a man, a beautiful man, who should be across the sea....(AU!! Some Angst!!)
Author’s Note: Damn. That was THE best summary I have EVER written. Go me!
~*o0o*~
Orlando sipped at his tall double latte and stared out the frosted glass window onto the equally frosted street. The café was tacky, the drinks were terrible, but their heaters worked at least. Orlando hid in the corner, rugged up in a faux fur lined coat, gloves and a thick scarf. He marvelled at the New York weather. It mirrored his moods, almost exactly. A week ago, he’d been the happiest man in the city, and the weather was bright, and sunny. But now it was cold, sleeting, and he hated it.
Pretty much, he hated everything right now.
Kate and he had just had World War Three in their room, and he’d stormed out. He didn’t intend to go back ever again. He could replace the things he’d left behind, or maybe the stupid girl would send them to him. Or burn them.
Right now he couldn’t care less. He was going to finish his shitty latte, find some cheap motel and lodge there for the night, ring Robin and fire her ass. Then he’d spend all of tomorrow hunting for a new rep. And booking tickets for England. He was going home.
The door opened, letting the cold in, and a tall man wearing a beanie low over his ears entered, shuddering with cold and rubbing gloved hands together. He flicked his scarf back and took a seat across the room. A waitress came over to him, and he looked up, just as Orlando did.
Brown eyes met green, and identical mouths fell open in shock.
Prologue
By: Lady Logan
Rating: PG-13 this chapter.
Pairing: Orlando and a mystery man (for now! ^^)
Summary: Across a room, Orlando spies a man, a beautiful man, who should be across the sea....(AU!! Some Angst!!)
Author’s Note: Damn. That was THE best summary I have EVER written. Go me!
~*o0o*~
Orlando sipped at his tall double latte and stared out the frosted glass window onto the equally frosted street. The café was tacky, the drinks were terrible, but their heaters worked at least. Orlando hid in the corner, rugged up in a faux fur lined coat, gloves and a thick scarf. He marvelled at the New York weather. It mirrored his moods, almost exactly. A week ago, he’d been the happiest man in the city, and the weather was bright, and sunny. But now it was cold, sleeting, and he hated it.
Pretty much, he hated everything right now.
Kate and he had just had World War Three in their room, and he’d stormed out. He didn’t intend to go back ever again. He could replace the things he’d left behind, or maybe the stupid girl would send them to him. Or burn them.
Right now he couldn’t care less. He was going to finish his shitty latte, find some cheap motel and lodge there for the night, ring Robin and fire her ass. Then he’d spend all of tomorrow hunting for a new rep. And booking tickets for England. He was going home.
The door opened, letting the cold in, and a tall man wearing a beanie low over his ears entered, shuddering with cold and rubbing gloved hands together. He flicked his scarf back and took a seat across the room. A waitress came over to him, and he looked up, just as Orlando did.
Brown eyes met green, and identical mouths fell open in shock.
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*thinks*
Tomorrow. I need to hunt my beta. And those bogans....