The
air was chilly. She walked briskly from the May Day
celebration at Heroes Square, heading
determinedly to a hot meal. Hitting Andrasy ut, flamboyant with its cafes and
bars spilling into the streets, she sauntered into the one with the most
comfortable looking chairs. With bright plush purple cushions that whooshed as
she sank her tired aching body.
She was being stared at. Somehow there must be a beam of particles accelerating from the eyes of the starer generating heat and causing warmth to the staree. Shona looked up from the oversized menu she was grappling with.
The heat generator was a sandy-haired, blue eyed Hungarian. Hungarian she knew because she was in Budapest after all and she had heard the chatter with the beautiful people he was with.
She was being stared at. Somehow there must be a beam of particles accelerating from the eyes of the starer generating heat and causing warmth to the staree. Shona looked up from the oversized menu she was grappling with.
The heat generator was a sandy-haired, blue eyed Hungarian. Hungarian she knew because she was in Budapest after all and she had heard the chatter with the beautiful people he was with.
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