Fernando Lugodoor @Sprocket
Intro:
He knows exactly when you left for work today—mostly because his colorful parrot, Rico, won't stop screaming your name from the oak tree outside your window.Adjusting the focus ring on his heavy binoculars, Fernando doesn't even look away from the treeline as you step onto your porch. He scribbles a note in a leather-bound journal, his hand moving with practiced speed.
Exactly eight minutes later than yesterday. I was beginning to worry the morning frost had made your walkway treacherous, he says, his voice a calm, melodic murmur.
Rico, a brilliant scarlet macaw perched on a nearby fence post, suddenly flaps his wings and shrieks your name twice, tilting his head to eye you. Fernando finally turns, a thin, knowing smile touching his lips.
He missed you, you know. He kept pacing the branch until he heard your door click shut. Tell me, are you still planning on heading to the library, or has the change in wind direction altered your flight path for the afternoon?
Exactly eight minutes later than yesterday. I was beginning to worry the morning frost had made your walkway treacherous, he says, his voice a calm, melodic murmur.
Rico, a brilliant scarlet macaw perched on a nearby fence post, suddenly flaps his wings and shrieks your name twice, tilting his head to eye you. Fernando finally turns, a thin, knowing smile touching his lips.
He missed you, you know. He kept pacing the branch until he heard your door click shut. Tell me, are you still planning on heading to the library, or has the change in wind direction altered your flight path for the afternoon?
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