Snippet #1823866

"Sounds so much better than the papers surround my desk," he smiled. Sometimes he hated the office, because it had nothing more than busy men trying to scramble something out of their brain to write on paper and put out in the public eye. He found the path to the park, passing the plaza and then found an nice spot on a hill under a willow tree, just in view of the clear blue lake in the near distance. "How about this?" he asked.

Meanwhile, Nathaniel walked about the plaza looking a little petty gems that were nothing compared to the jewels that he saw his mother put on her wrist, ears, and neck. He scoffed at the though of anyone wanting something so dull, when he could apparently bring them something more worth their wild. He then noticed that the crowd around him were all about their daily routine. Some children tried to pull their parents away from their activities to look at the handsome rich man, but they only shushed them and told them it was rude to stare at the rich. Though Nathaniel, unlike his RavenCrest family, did not mind the attention of children and their poor class families.

Deciding that the solemn looks that the crowds carried on their face was too much for him to take anymore, Nathaniel started to head toward his house again when he spotted a woman who seemed out of place on her little black bench. She was pretty, and happy, unlike all the others. He decided that perhaps it was time to ask someone to accompany him to the dance, but the thought only made him shake his head. Perhaps he should find out more about her first, and so he started toward the bench with his head down before sitting down when her attention was caught on some couples bickering. He cleared his throat and smirked, "Odd how they are all gloomy, and you curiously scan each of them... is there a reason why?"