His breath caught in his throat as he heard his own name, in his voice. Even more surprising still was the view when Leonardo turned to face the representative. It was him. It was unmistakably him. But that couldn't be - the odds of that were one in hundreds of millions! Surely he didn't get enough sleep last night, and he was dreaming again, from an impromptu nap in the conference room? But even that logical explanation didn't stop him from thinking this was some beautiful twist of fate. That they had found each other again, at last.
Leonardo stood in a hurry, his art pencils clattering to the table with his sketch book. "I-I don't usually answer to my full name," he answers hesitantly in flawless English, smoothing out his suit's lapels. Leonardo just sounded so formal, in this day and age, and he'd gotten teased for it a few times as a child. But on this man's lips it sounded so... right. "But for you, I suppose I'll make an exception." He stepped forward, closing the distance between them, before extending his hand in greeting. "Molto onorato."
(He suddenly got this strange sense that he'd said those exact same words to this man before.)
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Date: 2016-08-24 02:16 am (UTC)Leonardo stood in a hurry, his art pencils clattering to the table with his sketch book. "I-I don't usually answer to my full name," he answers hesitantly in flawless English, smoothing out his suit's lapels. Leonardo just sounded so formal, in this day and age, and he'd gotten teased for it a few times as a child. But on this man's lips it sounded so... right. "But for you, I suppose I'll make an exception." He stepped forward, closing the distance between them, before extending his hand in greeting. "Molto onorato."
(He suddenly got this strange sense that he'd said those exact same words to this man before.)