Ben was alone once again after the girl and her child went off to see someone else. Unable to help himself he caught a part of their conversation.
Wow, a bit more drama than expected on a night like this. The gentlemen he talked to earlier had asked one of the girls to dance. Quite daring Ben thought, but then again not everyone had two left feet like he did. Time to check on some of the food he had brought in. Approaching the table he saw an elderly man come of the dance floor with, what Ben hoped was, his daughter. The man took one of the wasabi meatballs in a casual manner. Ben looked on as the man's face turned red, or even a darker shade of purple as the wasabi did its work.
Ben walked over and padded the man on the back a bit.
"I do believe there is a note that says the meatballs are a bit hot, maybe you should try one of the pizza's. Or perhaps a glass of milk to get rid of that spicy feeling? Ben himself took one of the meatballs as well, he didn't scare away from a bit of spicy food. Especially since he had a nice beer to go with it. The man walked to the bar with his daughter once again behind him.
Someone is not enjoying the party very much...He saw of all his dishes the croquettes were by far the most popular, half the plate was gone in just a few minutes. Looking around he saw one girl with a bunch of them on her napkin talking to, what Ben could only imagine was, the head chef of tonight.
She will probably have some questions... Ben walked over to the two ladies.
"Chef? I would just like to thank you, your food is absolutely amazing. Those meatballs..., very original. Most people don't use wasabi like that. The lady looked confused.
"Meatballs with wasabi you say? Indeed a rare combination. I'm glad you like it, thank you for the compliments. Would you excuse me for a moment? I just want to check on my staff in the kitchen." A simple 'not at all' sent the chef on her way. Ben laughed as he thought of the awkward conversation that would be going on in the kitchen in a few moments.
He redirected his focus to the beautiful girl the chef had left behind. He took her hand and introduced himself.
"Hi, my name is Ben, I'm from 105. Are you enjoying your evening so far? He waited for her reply while staring into her bright blue eyes.
There was nothing like a rainy day in Manhattan. People bustling by with their collar high and their umbrella's chased away by the wind. Seth walked among them, no jacket and sleeves rolled up. The suits around him ignored him mostly, the odd one would glance his way and shake their head. Some probably thinking he was a homeless guy looking for some change.
Not many people with a camera like mine though... He had been around the same block of buildings for about 4 hours snapping pictures wherever he could. He got some great ones too, better luck than the previous 3 days at least.
He was nearing the end of the day. He had been out here way longer than he had planned on. Thinking about it he actually had function to attend to in about 30 minutes. Thankfully it wouldn't take him long to get home, not with the metro anyway. He walked slowly, stopping every so many minutes when he saw something worth immortalizing. The Sun coming down made for some pretty nice colours on the buildings around him. The light pink glow on the brown marble just made it sparkle in a way that was breathtaking to see. Sure, he was a photographer for magazines and news papers, but there was nothing like shooting pictures of the big city. He felt more at home here than he ever had in the small town where he grew up.
As he walked down the stairs and into the waiting metro he thought about what he had to wear for tonight's party. His shirt was soaking wet, so it wasn't like he could just jump in like that. He would have to take a quick shower as well.
If I don't hurry I'll miss the party completely... Not something he was eager to do. Of course it was different from his normal evenings of going to clubs and bars, but there might be some nice girls around. And maybe from a different calibre than the ones he normally met. Sure the models he usually met were nice, but it wasn't like you could take 'm to dinner. For them that meant a cigarette and a glass of water, not the romance you would like.
He half walked, half ran into the building. He twisted the key open apartment number 185. It was a reasonably sized apartment, especially since he lived their all by himself. There was a second room, but he used it as his dark room. With the money from his father plus his own income he could easily afford it. And somehow things were just easier without a second person in the place. Stepping out of the shower he walked over to his cupboard with the fancier clothes. He took out an Armani suit that he had bought last year. It had always been a request from his father that they had their 'shared glasses of whisky' while wearing suits. According to Seth it was always a meeting fro false pretences, just a way for his father to say that he was still in contact with his bastard son. In Seth's eyes it could have been much worse, sure he didn't love his father, but he didn't particularly hate him either. Albeit only with money, both Seth and his mother had always been supported. And the fact that none of them really spoke to the press was better for all of them.
Looking in the mirror he had to admit that he looked quite spiffy in the suit. The light grey matched nicely with the black shirt he wore underneath. He decided to skip the tie rack as he didn't want to come across as a total douche. He could not help himself and decided to take one of the other camera's from his collection. It was quite a bit smaller, but still more advanced than your regular kind. Maybe he could make some nice group pictures tonight. When he was younger he had collected group pictures from all the places he went to. Nearly every bar and every restaurant had been represented with one of his group pictures and he saved them all, maybe to make another book with after this one was finished. Although going to every bar and restaurant was worth like 30 years of work in this city, he seemed to be on the right way. He tried something new almost every night, even though like everyone he had his favourites.
He handed his key to the gentleman at the door and took in the room and the people in it. Busy would be an overstatement, but there was a decent amount of people around. Some had familiar faces like the old hag at the refreshment table, but some he had never seen before. He would make some pictures first, before he would sit down and meet others. Most obvious to spot was the young couple on the dance floor, Seth wondered how long they'd been together. He looked like one of those businessman Seth would see around Wall Street. She, for lack of a better term, looked gorgeous. Her dress was awesome, she definitely lit up the room. They were standing close together and Seth doubted if they even noticed the picture he just took of them.
Turning around he saw another set standing together. They did not look as comfortable as the dance floor couple. Actually the girl seemed familiar, probably seen in the hallway a some time or another. At least they now had a nice picture to commemorate the moment. He walked over to a couple with a small girl. The little girl set on her fathers lap.
"Anyone ready for a picture?" Without waiting for an answer he clicked a couple of times before he went on. He saw a young guy and girl sitting together as well, apparently talking food. The girl was definitely worth capturing on camera, better looking than some of the models he knew. Turning his attention to the door he saw another girl just joined the party. She was wearing a red dress and didn't seem to know anyone either. He stepped over and for once did not click his camera first.
"Hi, I'm Seth. Do you live here as well?"
