For Chapter one: https://aestheticstyle.fashion.blog/2020/07/07/chapter-01-visions-of-peter/
She walked out of the now almost empty coffee shop into the busy street outside. She began to head up the street. She needed a drink, she walked at a brisk pace, manoeuvring in the zombie like stream of people. A lot of the people were in suits and overcoats no doubt headed to work in the city. She took a turn and could not help but notice the stream of people walking into the grand central station. She walked up and headed to the numerous doors to her right and had to wait as a mother and her daughter walked out through a door for her to enter. As soon as she was in the station she continued to walk straight into the main concourse not stopping to take note of the extremely high ceilings and detailed design of the arcs and chandeliers. She went to the elevators and took one up to the Campbell apartment bar. As soon as she was inside she went to the far left and found a seat at a table that afforded her a perfect view of the entrance. The waiter followed her. She ordered a glass of white wine and sat, waiting for the man she was supposed to meet. Peter had told her to go here as she held him and he gasped for breath, struggling to stay conscious. He had said that this man was going to help her. She took a sip of her wine and took note of the other people in the bar. There was an old couple sitting a few tables from where she was, they sat in silence, the man read a newspaper on the table, seemingly straining to see. The woman sipped slowly on her coffee every few minutes and looked around the bar. There was a gentleman sitting at the bar, sipping from a glass of what looked like a rum and coke. His hair was neatly combed to the side, his face was clean shaven and he had on what looked like a banker’s suit. There was also a middle aged woman sitting at a booth, who seemed like she had been waiting for someone but at this point was bored. The rest of the bar was empty, she realized how charming and gentlemanly the design was as she continued to look around the almost empty bar. The ceilings were high and beautifully designed, the detailing in the panels was ornate and reminiscent of Roman ship designs, she thought. As she began to look down from the roof her attention was drawn by a rugged man who had just walked into the bar. He had a suit on, but unlike the man at the bar, his suit was wrinkled and casually worn. He wore a wrinkled cream shirt that was tucked loosely into a pair of fitting dress pants. He also had on a blazer that matched his pants, his hair was rugged and uncombed and he had a mounting stubble on his face. Despite his rugged appearance he seemed calm as he looked around the bar and let his eyes settle when he saw Nefatiri. The features of his face softened as he studied her, dismissing the waiter who approached him before he could guide him to a table. He began to resolutely stride towards the table Nefatiri sat at, and she noticed that he held a small parcel-like bag in his left hand. He placed that on the table as he settled into the chair opposite from Nefatiri. Nefatiri kept her eyes on him the whole time, He was now looking back at her across the table with a smile on his face. She thought he seemed harmless, even though she was still on edge. “You must be Nef, Peter won’t shut up about you. It’s really nice to meet you finally. I’m Michael, your husband and I go way back.” He said, extending his arm to shake hers. “Hello” Nefatiri said back, taking his outstretched hand and holding it. Her expression was one of saddened surprise. “He’s dead, Peter is dead.” She said realizing that Michael did not know what had happened. The man’s expression changed from a happy smile, his smile retreated gradually and his eyes went round with shock.
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