((Bravo, that was beautifully done.))
"Why yes, I would like some of those." Raphael sat at a long table, its surface covered with all kinds of a foods and beverages. Servers brought more food on wide round dishes, even though there was scare room for what crowded the table already. "Just pile those onto the stuffed turkeys, yes, like that." Raphael through a mouth full of food, directing traffic whilst still eating as much as he possibly could. He took a deep draught of some especially exquisite blackcurrent cordial before a server interrupted him by a server grabbing his arm.
"Sir?"
"No, no, I can't be bothered now, there's still so much to eat!" Raphael tried to brush her away but his efforts didn't seem to phase her. Suddenly, the server yanked hard on his arm, throwing him out of his chair onto the floor.
"Ow! Stop! Leave me alone, there's still so much food..."
The server bent down and roughly grabbed his face. "SIR!" She screamed.
"OKAY! I'm listening! What do you want with me?!?" Raphael shouted back, casting a longing glace back at the table heaped with delicacies. The server followed his gaze, then turned back to him with a frown. Suddenly, she grabbed his nose and clamped it shut. Raphael made one last panicked attempt to reach some scones resting precariously on the edge of the table before his vision blacked out from lack of air.
Raphael gasped, greedily sucking air into his starved lungs. "Let me GO!" He shouted nasally, batting at the hand that held his nose. He blinked several times as his eyes adjusted to the sunlight. Sunlight. Sunlight? Wait. Eyes closed, he slowly patted the ground around him. This feels like sand. This is sand. If this is sand, and that's the sun, then where is my table? Eyes now open, he sat straight up, only to come face to face with a beautiful young women. He blinked several times. I suppose there are worse things to find when looking for a table. He tilted his head and examined her more thoroughly.
She was simple, but there was great beauty in the simplicity. Two large brown eyes full of youthful vigor stared back at him, and a gentle dusting of freckles that twinged something in Raphael's chest.
"You wouldn't happen to know where my table is, would you?" He said bluntly. The look of utter confusion on her face caused him to finally examine his surroundings. A beach. Which meant there was no table, no food, and he was still marooned on strange island. He sighed, disappointed, and let his gaze wander. Then he remembered he was not alone. Snapping his head back, Raphael opened his mouth to say something, but suddenly found himself at a loss for words. During the silence. the cool surf washed up to his shins, then quickly receded, depositing water inside his boots. His handcrafted, one of a kind, leather boots.
"AAARGH!!!" Raphael bellowed in frustration. He jumped up and ran several meters inland. He then swiftly removed one boot after the other, draining all the water from them before returning them to his feet. Fleeting relief was quickly overshadowed by the horror of realizing that not only was there a beautiful young woman that he had ignored, but she had witnessed the entire spectacle he had made of himself. Think fast, master thief. Raphael turned away from the shoreline, composed himself, then spun about and bowed.
"Ah-em, um, Greetings, milady. Allow me to apologize for my behavior... I have in the very recent past been stranded upon this isle, with nothing familiar to me and no-one to to turn to." he smiled apologetically he and drew near. "I realize you were likely trying to wake me for fear of the waves carrying me away once more, yes? My thanks, fair maiden. Allow me to introduce myself." At this he bowed once more, with flourish.
"People know me by the name Raphael. Freeman, jack of all trades, and very pleased to make your acquaintance Miss.....?" he left the sentence trail invitingly, waiting on her reply.