All of past few years Abbie and Roul adored each other. Well, nearly.
Since the last autumn, Ostensive discord ought to have overshadowed the bonding that stood the test of times.
Abbie experienced, not any tenderness, She felt the warmth missing. Nonchalance had crept in.
Abbie was an enchantress and she worked at Willey's Brokers. A charming young man by the name Norman Huddlestone lived in the same premises. He had eyes that were immersive, Now If I attempt to be poetic, half baked at best, I would attribute it to his avocado green eyes, brows that were symmetrical, aptly arched. And lashes that were dense and long. He was stout, tall and 27.
He was attracted to Abbie. In an effort to woo her, his everyday customs included smiling at Abbie for initial few days and wishing her "good mornings, noons or pleasant days" for subsequent many days.
Slowly and steadily he had cultivated a good impression of himself in Abbie.
Every minuscule response from Abbie resulted in a celebration in his yearning heart and every cordial smile an euphoria. Abbie needed no effort in recognising the admirer in Norman.
Abbie made up her mind to move the needle, with the hope of recouping her inner joy. For Norman was charming and Intelligent, she sanctioned a dinner.
The dinner meeting was set at Roger's the forthcoming sunday. She was upbeat.
Now, I assume, you is a resident of Abbey street, for its my story and If you do not know Roul's Hair salon, its your loss, for if you are one of those who visit a Wella or Leonard of Mayfair, you should be responsible to know how the poorer half cut their hair and if you are one of those who wait for your hair to resemble that of an archetypal feral child, you should know "Roul's hair salon", boasting a tag line of "for the killer looks" and you should believe me that there was a photograph of a 'talkie cinema personality' in tinted sun glasses for the visually stimulated only creatures.
On a bright and sunny, moderate business day, Norman walked into the salon and greeted "Good Morning ", with anxiety "I have come here to discuss a matter of great significance".
"Good morning Mister." Stammered Roul
"Norman is my name, Norman Huddlestone and I live two squares away, the same building as "Willey's Brokers" on 10th Avenue".
'Matters of such significance, ain't anything we specialise in' said Roul "Unless its sorting your hair for your wedding that is about to happen or has just happened"
"Well no, not yet, but its no less important than my wedding. The thing is, I am in awe of this girl, who has agreed for a dinner after many attempts of pleasing and pleading. I can't say for sure if she adores me as much, but I know, I stand a chance beyond any doubts and that's only If I look at my best for this meeting"
"Take your seat" signaled Roul and briefly examined the Norman's hair hanging in a disorderly manner "The side part" with a tinge of Pompadour is my suggestion, for its masculine and has attracted women since ages. Lets keep the hair on the top flowy and The strands at the front brushed up evenly. Now a tinge of Pompadour is to get your girls' focus on voluminous nature of your hair"
"Most days, and when I say most, I mean all, I won't spend no time nor energy on these details, for a few pennies my customers pay, but you Mr Huddlestone, I like"
"A man is worth no more than a banana peel, if he wouldn't couldn't woo his loved girl." Roul paused briefly before enquiring "Besides, who is this girl, casting a spell on you?"
"Pardon my unfamiliarity in fashion trends, I can only relate to them like the elements in periodic table!!" said Norman with an unapologetic tone and continued with his dreamy eyes "Miss Abbie Walker, She is from South, "Stenographer at a Willeys Brokers" , Psst, hallelujah "Sight for the sore eyes".
Roul turned pale and gaped at sharp in silence. He tried to gather all his composure and engaged his scissors with Norman's hair.
As he went about his craft, he felt a landslide under his feet, and a glacier on his head, and let me emphasize, two concurrently.
He regretted all the unreasonable altercations , felt remorseful about every instance when "ego overshadowed common sense . He rued all that, that should have been. A deep sense of longing prevailed.
Slowly resented to the reality that way back was an uphill undertaking.
He said to himself with an hint of misery "Sight for the Sore eyes, Peace for the tired mind and strength at the time of doomsday, That was my Abbie", "Oh, What'll hap'en to me"
The haircut followed by a beard shave was carried out.
"So, Is this the 'The side cut and the pompp-odour'" beamed Norman with an undisguised appreciation, gazing at the mirror.
"I changed my mind Mr Huddlestone, Its 'The Collegiate' and if you'll care to pay for the services, I have other shambolic heads to attend to" says Roul with a disgruntled tone.
Norman followed the instructions with an expression that had confusion and radiance overlapping each other.
The sunday arrived.
Miss Abbie had sent for Norman for luncheon and He promptly arrived at Abbie's at half past twelve.
Ms Abbie stepped out in a dark grey dress that appeared to have monochromatic stripes when looked from a close distance, and fit her toned body just about right. It did two things, hard to say which one more effortlessly. Enhance her grace and Mesmerize Norman .
With vaguely preoccupied thoughts in her mind, she smiled and asked "Mr. Huddlestone, How are you doing today?
"Well, I must admit, Iam a bit nervous, None the less, Very Well. Thank you Miss Abbie" said Norman in a calm, confident manner exhibiting no nervousness, neither in tone nor in his stance.
He continued, looking into her eyes "Well, Miss Abbie, You look lovely. I must say, Its a pleasure to be in your company"
Abbie acknowledged "The feeling is truly mutual"
After a brief silence, with a slightly puzzled look on his face Norman enquired "Well Miss Abbie, There must be a case for meeting for lunch and not dinner.. "
"Uff,It's something that I wanted to share. There is this boy I adore and he seems to be acting tetchy of late. I have arranged for meeting him this evening and fix him. I knows him. he should be as eager in taking the next big leap in our lives." with a crimson blush on her cheeks and many dream in her eyes. Briefly after, She continued "Hmm, You look very handsome today, Mr. Huddlestone. Now, You din't know, we from south have a special liking for "The Collegiate", Did you?"
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