The cobble stone streets are damp as a beautiful young woman stands in the dimly lit streets. She sighs as her golden curls seem to dance in the bitter wind. She groans as she tries to pin her hair back up quickly, "Blasted wind." She mumbles under her breath as her hands work quickly to put her hair back together under her elaborate, red hat. She brushes at her dress, removing any dirt or dust that may have been kicked up, "Tsk, this is ridiculous. I don't see why I must do this, the sun is almost down. All the drunks are in the brothel by now."
She rolls her eyes as her attention is brought to a tall, scrawny man. She can't help but watch him with a smile on her face. For someone so fragile looking, he was lugging around a lot of equipment. Her smile disappears as she notices the wooden box on his back. She whispers, "Is this man
a grave robber?" She looks around, only a few people are dully walking by and so she smiles and quickly lifts up the skirt of her red gown and marches over to the man.
He seems a bit skittish and nervous, as if he weren't supposed to be out. She smiles widely and hip bumps him, "Hey, cutie. What is the likes of you doing out here?" The reaction he gave was not one she expected. He seemed to leap into the air, sending his box and shovels all flying and falling around him. He turns around too quickly and seems to yelp as he slips on a stone and falls in the pile of tools, "Wh-wh-WHOA!!!"
She flinches from the loud clanging noises and looks back down at the man. His messy brown hair and clothing were slightly covered in some mud; it obviously had fallen on him from one of the dirty shovels. She can't help but giggle at his facial expression. It had a slight sweet, innocent look to it; the look of a child who had just gotten lightly scolded. She leans down and reaches out her hand to him, smiling sweetly, "Terribly sorry, sir. I didn't realize you were jumpy."
He looks at her with wide, brown eyes and shakily, but quickly, scrambles back to his feet, "I-I'm f-fine
th-thank you, M-Miss
" Her smile disappears for only a second until she steps closer to him, "So, what is a man like you doing out here?" He seems to step back nervously from her, a peculiar male body language for the young woman to experience. Most men flocked around her for her attention. Her face goes into a type of pout as she crosses her arms, "Well, aren't you a gentleman."
Her sarcastic tone seemed to have register in the young man's eyes, "O-oh, I'm s-sorry Miss. I
I am not
talking to m-me." The man quickly starts to pick up his tools. She huffs and quickly grabs his arm. He seems to flinch and jump a little in surprise at her forwardness, "Surely you are joking, sir. A man like you? Anti-social? Really?" His face is beet red as he looks into her cobalt blue eyes and stammers, "Y-y-yes
Her face twists into a confused frown as she releases his arm and he goes back to shakily picking up his shovels. She was not sure what to think of the man now. He seemed to not be interested. Which made her have a tinge of
confusion. Every man in the town knew her and wanted her, but he didn't even seem remotely interested. She crosses her arms again and pouts a little as she thinks, 'What is the DEAL with this guy!?'
He carefully leans the tools against an iron fence nearby. He smiles weakly, but warmly at her and the woman seems to get a warm feeling from her chest. She looks around confusingly and looks back at him. She gives him a sarcastic smirk, "Would you mind giving me your name, sir? We didn't properly meet." She does a slow curtsy and smiles, "My name is Angel Mintz." His expression makes her want to giggle. His eyes are wide as they watch her and his smile quivers a little, a face of complete uncertainty and nervousness. He removes his small cap and slowly but stiffly bows, "P-pleasure, M-M-Miss Angel. I am Doctor Dorian E-Eckels
She smiles and takes a step closer to him again, "Oh? So a doctor, hmm? What kind of work do you do, Dr. Eckels?" His face reddens more, he chuckles weakly and scratches the back of his neck, "Well, I-I'm a Pathologist
." Her eyebrows raise, "Oh
so you heal?" He shrugs weakly and his smile quivers as he replies, "In a way, yes." She stands perfectly still and just stares at Dorian blankly. He intrigued her, and she had no real desire to lure him into the brothel anymore; which her original initiative was to lure new men in.
Angel smiles sweetly up at him and replies, "Well, I hope to see you again soon, Dr. Eckels." Dorian looks down at her. His face a bit confused as he blinks a few times. His voice seems uncertain as he finally stammers, "I-I hope we m-meet again as w-well, Miss Mintz." Her ruby lips curve into a genuine smile and she giggles, "Call me Angel." His eyes and smile seem to soften, "Then you may call me Dorian."
Thus began a tale of love, lies, and trials.