Carvings

His name is Tebenkov. I don't know anyone else by that name. He apparently noticed me by chance at a local restaurant, although by his manner I am not sure that the meeting was entirely unintentional. He told me that he was very interested in my work, and that he would like to have a coffee or a game of pool with me some time. He seemed to be very interested in my wood carvings, which I myself am not -- they were created out of random inspiration that had left me as quickly as they had come upon me. I was disappointed that he didn't mention my paintings, which I am actually proud of, except in passing.

"Why, is that Mr. Alverston?"

"Yes. Who are you, sir?"

"I am Mr. Tebenkov. I am very pleased to make your acquaintance, sir. I am a fan of your work -- your paintings, of course, but especially your carvings."

"Thank you."

"They hold quite a powerful message, as I'm sure you know."

"Ah, they are only the spasms of a lost artist."

"No, no, sir! Oh, but excuse me, I disturb the meal of you and your lovely guest. To be terse, Mr. Alverston, I would very much like to meet you again for a coffee, or if you fancy, a game of pool at the pub next door. Here is my contact card -- I hope very much that you will contact me."

And with that he left me, somewhat confused and partially annoyed, with my date.