#alfreddanvers

   “Entirely my fault, Senator. I apologize for intruding without seeking a proper appointment.” Alfred had inquired days prior on the Senator’s lunch hour, choosing a casual encounter, in lieu of a scheduled exchange; he only operated on a schedule, known to him alone. The notion of sitting on a pleather couch, waiting for some youth to stroll back from a sweet green lunch, made Alfred seethe - he’d abandoned scheduling appointments long ago, on the mere principle of maintaining dignity. He offered a hand of greeting, paired with his signature muted smile - excessive teeth showing when one smiled, was for politicians or side show attractions. After a life time in Washington, Alfred could probably state he knew them to be one and the same. “I appreciate how busy you are, Senator - but I hoped to steal a moment of your valuable time, to speak with you about the election.”

Isaac smiled at Danvers gently, shaking his hand in response. “No apologies necessary,” Isaac said. He enjoyed the little bit of spontaneity that came with unscheduled appointments to a degree. They allowed him to stay on his toes. It was like a game: no matter how much you planned, it was always good to keep your a-game up and be ready for all sorts of things. 

“Of course, come in,” he said, gesturing to his office door and welcoming Alfred into his space. “Take a seat and let’s have a chat. Care for a coffee or tea?” he said as he flicked the small automated kettle sitting on his coffee bar on. He could never get through a day without an insurmountable amount of caffeine, and today was no different.