{"sf1_id":142131,"sf2_id":"Rnodp9v1","title":"Mister Miles","author":"Defunct","words":1156,"posted_at":"2010-04-28T05:35:00.000Z","tags":["Clean","Fox","M/M","Otter","Relationships"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/142131-mister-miles","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/Rnodp9v1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/de/f1/def149ad-90dd-4594-859b-20d162dfa008","description":"","content":"This is my first story to be an original furry work, over my usual fan fiction.\u0026nbsp; I'm sorry that it's not longer, but I'm not quite used to having longer works.\u0026nbsp; It will be chapter by chapter though.\u0026nbsp; I hope you all enjoy and can lead me closer to the right path.\n\n---\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI walked out from behind the counter, glancing around.\u0026nbsp; My brown fur was unkempt in places from the sprint to make it here on time.\u0026nbsp; A small black leather booklet for my orders and checks hung loose from my right hand.\u0026nbsp; Tables 3, 4, and 6 were occupied and ordered.\u0026nbsp; I glanced between tables, making sure no one was sitting without anything.\u0026nbsp; Someone was sitting in my section without a thing in front of him.\u0026nbsp; He was in... table 5, a fox, glasses slid halfway down his muzzle as he leered at the newspaper in front of him, his fur like fire.\u0026nbsp; It's been a long time since there's been a fox in here.\u0026nbsp; This would be fun!\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"So, mister, what do you want to start off with or would you just like a coffee?\" I spoke as I walked up.\u0026nbsp; I popped a piece of gum in and started chewing.\u0026nbsp; It was minty and overall a nice change over the taste of the hot dog I had on break... not the best idea.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Coffee sounds good,\" he said without much as glancing up.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Mister, we have specialty coffees and we do the various intensities.\u0026nbsp; What kind do you want?\" I asked, a smile curving my lips as I chewed my gum, a feat in itself.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Don't chew while you speak...\" he muttered, barely audible words and barely noticeable mouth movements.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; He wasn't very friendly...\u0026nbsp; He glanced up, his eyes drawn to where my nametag was, well, was supposed to be.\u0026nbsp; \"What's your name?\" he said, flipping a page of the newspaper.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Dusk,\" I said.\u0026nbsp; That was a lie, my name was Dustin Lowell.\u0026nbsp; My friend's used to call me Dusk... because, well, my insomnia I think.\u0026nbsp; They never explained.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Just get me black coffee or something.\"\u0026nbsp; I nodded, opening the book to scrawl the order into the small book.\u0026nbsp; It was a policy I guess, didn't really enjoy it.\u0026nbsp; I darted off and poured the coffee, stepping back as some of the dark liquid splashed over and nearly scalded me... not quite.\u0026nbsp; Once I had gotten over the initial surprise, I turned on my heel and hurried back to the fox to give him his liquid of death.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Here you go mister,\" I said, setting the cup and... crap.\u0026nbsp; \"Be right back,\" I said.\u0026nbsp; I forgot the saucer for the glass again.\u0026nbsp; Once one was in my hand, I slid it under the cup.\u0026nbsp; I needed to sit.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Do you mind if I sit here...?\" I bit my lip to hold back the impending 'mister.'\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"No, go ahead,\" he said without so much as lifting his eyes from the jet black text.\u0026nbsp; He took a small sip from his coffee and returned to reading.\u0026nbsp; After a few seconds, I took my seat.\u0026nbsp; It was kinda nice of him... I guess.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"So, how old are you Dusk,\" he put emphasis on my name.\u0026nbsp; That asshole was mocking it... I held back the words.\u0026nbsp; I glanced at him with relatively, I hope, dull eyes.\u0026nbsp; I noticed a small puff of white running from his chin and expanding at the collar of his shirt, but only got a brief glance before the newspaper covered him up again.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Sixteen,\" I said. \u0026nbsp;I wanted to push the conversation forwards, enticing a, \"You?\" from my mouth.\u0026nbsp; I was too lazy to form full sentences anyways.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Thirty-four,\" he said.\u0026nbsp; I nearly added something, but he took a drink of his coffee and I waited, and waited, and waited.\u0026nbsp; The cup just stayed suspended by his lips, like he was waiting for something.\u0026nbsp; Oh, duh.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI lost the words for a moment, finally blurting out, \"Do you like reading books and stuff like that mister?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"My name is Miles, but yes, yes I do,\" he spoke without much of a fluctuation in voice even though it seemed like he oh so needed it.\u0026nbsp; He glanced up at me over his glasses, reminding me of back when my father was still alive... and he'd look up at me with that exact same look.\u0026nbsp; My smile got a little broader as I tried to keep myself from cracking.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe lifted the cup and drank the rest of it down in a few seconds.\u0026nbsp; I cut him off as he reached for his pocket, \"I'll cover it if you do one thing for me.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"And that is?\" he questioned, glancing at me through heavy-lidded eyes with a certain distaste for me wasting his time.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I have a manuscript sort of thing that I was thinking of sending in, to a publishing house.\u0026nbsp; Maybe you could look it over and see if there's anything I could fix about it.\u0026nbsp; There's a copy at my house; but, I'd need your number to get a hold of you when I find it.\u0026nbsp; Will you read it mis- Miles,\" I smiled and glanced at him, hoping for a good response.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe grabbed up the napkin and withdrew a pen from his pocket, scrawling the number onto the paper.\u0026nbsp; With that, he handed it to me, \"I don't know how good it could be if you can barely speak; but, I guess I can read it.\"\u0026nbsp; He stood up as I digested the information.\u0026nbsp; He was about to open the door when I realized what had happened.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI shot for the door as soon as it opened, shouting, \"I have to take my break real quick!\"\u0026nbsp; He had turned around to glance at me, pushing the glasses back up with a claw without even slightly breaking his gaze.\u0026nbsp; I took the opportunity and charged, pulling him into a hug, \"Thanks mister!\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe startled look on his face as I pulled away, I think, had vanished quick enough I guess... but, he's the first person to read it.\u0026nbsp; It's copy written and all, but there was a person to finally read it, I mean wow.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I'll try and find it tonight, call you tomorrow!\" I said as I shot back to the restaurant, waving to him as I spun into the still closing door.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI can't believe it, I had someone who would read and would give me their opinion and... and... and I met an adult, other than my mother, who doesn't hate me.\n\nI pulled some of my tip money from my pocket and stashed a dollar in the register.\u0026nbsp; It was enough for the coffee.\u0026nbsp; I glanced at the number in the napkin crushed in my energetic, for once, fingertips.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n_1(104)-413-3125..._\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n  \n\n"}