Little Wooden Men cont.

Ponytail was back.
“Would you like to order?” This time Ponytail directed the question
to both of us. Dorothy was preoccupied. She had no interest to lock
eye to eye with ponytail. She didn’t put the Busboy in a charm trance.
Dorothy fiddled with a ring on her left pinky finger. It was a ruby of the deepest, purplish, red. She slide the ring, slowly, up and down her little finger. Seeming to be in deep thought, she addressed busboy’s question.
“ Nothing for me. Thank you.”
“And you sir?” Ponytail asked me. He smiled an actors smile, a civil
gesture.
“Just a muffin. Thanks.” My mind was speed reading my thoughts.
Ponytail/Waiter/Busboy took the menus and was off again.

“You don’t come here to drink or eat? Do you come here to infringe
upon strangers?” I had to ask. I had never seen her at the café before, and
I always visited. I finished the rest of the luke warm coffee.

“You consider this an assault?” She stopped with the ring movement.
“No. I was taking a stab at humor.” I said dryly. I lied.
“future2? What kind of music?”
I didn’t respond right away. Waiter guy was back.
He gave me a muffin on a black saucer, and refilled my mug with
hot coffee.

“Hard to say.” I answered.
“Rock? Dance? Rap? What?”
“Varies. A unique fusion, a blend.” I tried to find the right words.

Dorothy removed her long, strapped bag from her shoulder. It had a very
colorful and striking print of the late Bob Marley. She put her hand inside
The bag and pulled out a business card.
“How far along is your company?” She asked. Hesitantly, I started to speak.
“Basically….In the concept stage…A vision. It depends on me getting
Future2 on board.”