Chapter Song – Tailor-Made (Floating Points Remix) - Daedalus
“Here’s your breakfast tea,” I initiated in my most hospitable voice. He nodded his thanks then gestured for me to sit next to him. I obliged, pulled myself a chair, and then inspected his features.
His russet coloration complemented his hooded eyes rather nicely. I knew Bertha agreed because she had been sizing him up the minute he walked in. He had stubble around his face which made him look quite hobo. He was a man of affluence even if unshaven. This I deduced upon recognizing the scent of his shower gel. It was Bvlgari Green. I knew it to be so because it’s also what Sean uses. This man had a fleshy yet muscular build. I’d probably place his age in the late thirties, maybe.
Curiosity compelled the words out of my mouth, “
