Ignacio knows, of course, that Gabriel isn't a waiter. That didn't, wouldn't, stop him from inserting himself into a conversation to get what he wants. But he has it now; a name.
Ignacio finishes his meal when it comes, lingers for a little while longer, and then escapes, when the timing is right, to the side of the building. Ostensibly, to smoke a heavily vanilla-scented cigarillo. He waits for Gabriel to leave.
When he catches him, he lifts his voice again.
"Sorry if I wasted your time earlier in there," he says, apologizing earnestly as the blue smoke drifts thinly out of one side of his prominent nose. Frequently, Ignacio thinks, it is much easier to beg forgiveness after the fact.
"You probably don't get payed enough to deal with my bullcrap, yeah?"
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Date: 2015-07-19 07:54 am (UTC)Ignacio finishes his meal when it comes, lingers for a little while longer, and then escapes, when the timing is right, to the side of the building. Ostensibly, to smoke a heavily vanilla-scented cigarillo. He waits for Gabriel to leave.
When he catches him, he lifts his voice again.
"Sorry if I wasted your time earlier in there," he says, apologizing earnestly as the blue smoke drifts thinly out of one side of his prominent nose. Frequently, Ignacio thinks, it is much easier to beg forgiveness after the fact.
"You probably don't get payed enough to deal with my bullcrap, yeah?"