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Miles picked up the phone one afternoon for his regular call with Franziska. They had their usual conversation about work, and then against his will, it turned to Miles' love life. "So, do you tend to enjoy the company of this...man?"
"Why yes. It should be obvious, shouldn't it?" he said with utmost admiration.
Pess looked at him, confused.
"Excuse me, Pess, but there's someone I need to have a word with," Miles said as he went to retrieve his coat.
The road greeted him with a deep winter chill. For a time, he paused to watch the trees be combed by the wind, lost in his thoughts.
Once the chill had settled in his skin and gloved hands, he continued driving. The car heater thawed his hands, and soon enough, he came to the house where a light was on for him. He parked and cut the engine, and went to the door in the glassy clear stillness, wine bottle in hand.
His walk was long and tedious, considering that it was only 5m distance to the door.
When he entered, and was about to head to the stairs, he noticed someone there.
"Yo."
The unexpected greeting had him staring in silence for a few seconds before he
realized exactly who it was and relaxed into an easy smile. "Wright? I was just about to head up to speak with you."
"Of course it's me," he said, with a delightful grin. "Who else did you expect?"
"Oh, well," he said, a smirk stealing into his voice. "I had a wonderful dream last week about a man I love very much. We were having tea. I think I told you--and he looks exactly like you. Have you seen him around?" This last was accompanied by the cheesiest grin either of them had ever seen.
"Can't say I have. But if you look that way, maybe he'll be seen. Follow the dog, I suppose."
With a quick thank you, he trailed after the dog, paying close attention to his surroundings for any sign of the man.
He thought, with a smile, maybe they'd get to meet at last.