Franklin tapped his foot as he waited for his date to show up. He looked down at his wrist watch, shaking it to make sure all was right. Where was this woman? He shook his wrist only to find that the hands on his watch didn’t move. “Oh of course!” he groaned, wandering down the street. “Perfect, just perfect.” The watch was an antique passed down in the family and while it was rich in familial history it was also a piece of crap. Franklin looked up at the sign that mentioned watch repair. “Sounds good, to me.” He said aloud, pushing the door open and walking in.
"Welcome," Gabriel called when he heard the bell above the door jingle. He was in the middle of some delicate piece work so he didn’t look up until he’d finished putting the last gear in place.
He smiled a little in satisfaction when it began to tick in perfect time. Then he took off his glasses and stood up to properly greet his customer.
"Sorry, this was a bit of a pet project." He shyly extended his hand, fighting the urge to duck his head. His mother always scolded that it was bad manners not to make eye contact, but he was generally nervous around men his age. They were generally…unkind in his experiences growing up.
The shop was always quiet, that wasn’t anything new. But somehow, in the past few days, it seemed to be quietly suffocating him.
Gabriel’s hands were steady as he slid the gears into place. The time piece had been running four seconds fast because one of the coils needed replacing. He had always been able to hear the problem in clocks and watches. That was the only thing exceptional about him.
He faltered for a moment, thinking back on the invigorating couple of days when Chandra Suresh had him convinced that he could be…special.
Gabriel cleared his throat and kept working. But for a moment his eyes drifted down to the drawer on his desk. He’d started keeping a length of rope in there, but of course he hadn’t used it.