I got so carried away drawing, those boots, that he noticed me scribbling away. I took a chance and carried on. He finished his coffee, went out, and walked round the corner. Then suddenly pressed his nose against the window, to see what I’d drawn. What could I do? I was busted, so I smiled and lifted up the page.
He walked back around the corner, came in, and walked over to my table. ” You might need this.” he said, and gave me his business card.
Horologist is a word I’ve never come across before, I’ve asked other people if they know what it means, “Is it to do with horoscopes?” asked a lady. “Is it someone that studies whores?” one gentleman said. No definitely not!
This fellow, as you’ve already worked out, is a watchmaker.