Cold winds, Colder man
Mar. 12th, 2022 02:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
zenigatchaThe door open to one of the winding alleys of Paris. It's raining and gusty, probably not a winter evening on the other side of the door but instead a chilly autumn night.
Taking off his coat and giving it a little shake in the door, and then heads to the bar. When he doffs his hait and sets it on his still-damp coat beside him, he reveals jet black hair in a short military crop. There are fewer lines to his face than usual, but the ones that are there have nothing to do with smile and laughter.
Zenigata Koichi, freshly minted Interpol agent, sits down and orders a scotch, and then fishes a battered note book and a click-top pen. He checks his watch and then resumes his review of his notes.
Taking off his coat and giving it a little shake in the door, and then heads to the bar. When he doffs his hait and sets it on his still-damp coat beside him, he reveals jet black hair in a short military crop. There are fewer lines to his face than usual, but the ones that are there have nothing to do with smile and laughter.
Zenigata Koichi, freshly minted Interpol agent, sits down and orders a scotch, and then fishes a battered note book and a click-top pen. He checks his watch and then resumes his review of his notes.
