The Art of Magic

Unexpected Meetings

The clock ticked by rhythmically. Only the sounds of the Holo-Clock echoed across the smoke filled room. The Bulky man named Desmond languidly sat at the large sofa barely enough to contain his large features.

He kept staring at the clock impatiently, ignoring the noise of the TV. He's more focused on the time rather than actually watching, so the image on the TV slowly faded into the background.

Finishing his stick he put out the embers on the small butt. Creating a tall pile of ashes on the small tray. His room then rang, notifying him on a visitor. He quickly stood up and dusted his ash filled shirt.

A languid man in a black suit stood in front of his door. He ruffled his messy hair as he waved his free hand on the intercom. "You can come in Z." Desmond said over the intercom.

As soon as he opened the door a pungent aroma assaulted his senses. The smoke and the slightly minty air entered his lungs making him cough several times.

He carried inside a large case rather carefully. Desm