Rio Vista and Foothills Week One: Action Only Exercise

 I Promised to post this. Like I mentioned in class at Foothills, it is not what one might think is going on, but it was fun either way.

Week One: Action Only

 

Mike sighed and took the first step toward the diner door.  He scanned the dining area for the reason for his visit. 

He was seated at the counter, concentrating intensely on the cup of steaming coffee in front of him, a man in unassuming suit.

Mike slid onto the stool beside the man, and turned the clean cup in front of him over to accept hot coffee offered by the passing waitress.  He waved the girl on before she could ask the typical, managerially programmed questions.

Mike leaned to mumble to the quiet man. 

The man did not so much as tip his gaze from his coffee to respond.   

Mike tapped anxiety around the coffee cup.

The man in the suit offered nothing in his demeanor to betray his emotions. The man looked from his coffee to direct his attention on Mike.  Mike leaned away impulsively as the man’s eyes caught him.

Mike focused on his own coffee cup.  He wished he had not made contact,

The man continued to stare at Mike, the coffee cup forgotten.

Mike glared in the man’s direction a flash, but avoided extended eye contact.  The man smiled, showing teeth glowing white.

Mike looked away. Mike swallowed his trepidation.

The man sipped his coffee.  He made no exhibition of the heat though the cup was steaming.  The man tried to lock with Mike again. His smile wolfishly displayed.

Mike sipped his coffee.  His face contorted as the liquid scorched his tongue. He set the cup down.

The man raised an eyebrow; Mike watched it instead of the glinting blue eye below it.

 The man sipped his coffee.  His focus floated around the emptying restaurant. He drained his cup and tossed an assortment of change onto the counter.

Mike covered the coins from the passing waitress, she scowled but continued by.  He did not want to give the waitress grounds to send them away.

 The man nodded.

Mike noticed the attempt at eye contact.  Mike looked away then back again.

The man leaned away slightly.  He smiled and straightened in his seat.

Mike’s eyes darted around the diner. 

The man put a hand on Mike’s arm.

Mike drew away, slow enough, he hoped, not to draw attention to his alarm. 

The man settled his hand back around his coffee cup.

Mike worked to regain a more offensive pose.

The man seemed finally to reconsider the situation Mike put him in.  He looked Mike over; he nodded.

The man’s hand indicated an empty booth near the door.

Mike’s suspicion held him in his seat for only a moment.  His curiosity wanted to take the chance.