I'm sorry. I was really being a jerk before. It wasn't fair to stereotype you, especially since you've been really nice to me so far I've really enjoyed the day so far, getting to visit the music store and hear you play and sing, Alexei commented apologetically. I really could get very attached to you, and quickly.
I understand how past trauma could lead you to be a bit brittle, even if your conclusions were completely wrong. If you believe nothing else I say, believe this- I am most definitely not like any girl you've ever met before.
So you're accepting my apology?
Not exactly. I'm saying that I recognize that there are extenuating circumstances which caused you to incorrectly evaluate the situation- both past experience and low blood sugar, perhaps. I'll also try not to hold it against you, Nimuë smiled with this. But it's not the same as accepting an apology. Right now, you're too important for me to hold you accountable for any stupid things you might have said.
Too important? I don't understand.
I didn't really expect you to, yet, anyway. Here- I'll explain a bit more while we walk, if you're up to it.
I think I'd follow you almost anywhere. You're enchanting, beautiful, smarter than I am, and I still haven't figured out what's up with the way you walk. Where are we going, anyway?
Pioneer Square. Been there before? You mentioned you've not been many of the tourist-y places around town. We're just about there now, actually, since we had lunch just off the Square proper.
A few times. Lots of smoky clubs and crowds of people. Not really my cup of proverbial tea, but there are some nice shops down there too.
Proverbial tea? Never had that sort. Always preferred Irish Breakfast or Earl Grey myself,Nimuë giggled. And don't worry, I'm not fond of the masses of humanity that frequent the clubs myself- I do much better in far more intimate settings personally. Besides, we've a few hours to go before the crush of the great unwashed start descending on the clubs like the barflies they are. We'll have gotten quite far by then.
Well, I'm. . . , Alexei stammered, it's not that I'm not flattered, but. . .
No, silly. I'm a little more subtle than making as clumsy a pass as that at you. I just meant that we'd be doing something other than breathing second-hand smoke and getting hit upon by people we'd rather not.
That's something I generally don't need to worry about, Alexei remarked. When it comes to being hit upon, I can't think of when it's ever happened. I'm not Mr. Social Butterfly- Mr. Wallflower would be a far more apt description. I certainly can see where you'd have your fill of would be suitors, though. Not a pleasant thought, I'm sure. Where are we going, anyway?
Ever taken the Seattle Underground tour?
Nope. Heard about it, though. Is that where we're headed? Are you sure it's going to be safe to go there?
Of course it's safe. People go through there every day. They wouldn't let anyone down there if it weren't. Besides, I'm pretty much a regular- I've been through there so often most of the guides probably don't even see me. Of course, they take groups through all the time, so they probably don't see anyone in particular anymore. It's a fun tour, though, and I manage to get in places most people don't. Nimuë smiled and giggled again, in her melodic manner, and Alexei couldn't help but smile.
I'd been rather more concerned about possible repercussions of our recent seismic and volcanic events. To have lasted over a hundred years, it's got to be fairly stable, but far newer buildings have been damaged to the point where the building inspectors have arbitrarily closed them as a danger to public safety.
Oh. Don't worry about that. It's quite solid. These are structures which have withstood earthquakes in the area ever since the streets were raised after the fire which burnt up much of the region in 1889.
Wow. You know the history of it pretty well, don't you? Did you used to work there, or have you just been there enough?
I probably could have supplemented my rather meagre income by working there, but it wouldn't have been the same. There aren't really many people who would appreciate the unique environment there- it's underground but street level, a perpetual twilight even during the brightest noon. The cases where the worlds come together are rare and special, and it takes a special person to appreciate them. I think you'll be one of those few.
Why do you say that?
Because I chose you very carefully. When I was driving in, you spotted me. You checked me out, in a pretty normal male way, but then you did something which marked you as potentially special. You stopped and waited, even without knowing why.
Maybe I'd just decided to take a closer look.
No, you're about as shy as it comes when approaching women is involved. You all but confirmed that a few blocks ago. Besides, it's a bit more involved that. You've passed a number of little tests to determine if you were suitable. You noticed that there's something a bit unusual about the way I walk; when we were at the music store, you listened attentively and seemed to understand when I talked about the spirit of in instrument. All of those things were signs that you're sensitive to things beyond the visible or tangible. You're also strong enough- when I pushed at your boundaries, you pushed back to an acceptable degree, without caving in or overreacting.
Now what?
Now, you've got the hardest bit to do. You have to trust me enough to not ask questions for a little while. Try to enjoy the walk and the tour, and maybe even being with me.
I'm pretty sure I can do the bit about being with you, and even the walk. I'll try not to ask questions if it's not essential.
Good! Nimuë smiled, and put her around Alexei's waist. I really like you. She winked and blew him a kiss.
You could do that for real, you know. I wouldn't object.
In time, if all goes well. You don't happen to be carrying anything made of iron, do you?
Iron? What does that have to do with anything? Sorry. I'm not supposed to ask questions. No, I'm not; although you'll have to tell me later why you asked.
I really don't think that will be necessary. It'll be clear in time.
They reached the door of Doc Maynard's Public House. Nimuë smiled again. We're here!
I thought we were going to the Underground Tour, Alexei said.
We are. It just happens to leave from here. We've about fifteen minutes before it starts. Shall we have a seat somewhere private and have a go at that kissing bit?
The story will probably take a break next week as i prepare for my mini-vacation. Perhaps i'll succeed at getting a few more big chunks written, although we're still not even halfway through what's done so far.