He snorts against the soup cup, puts his hand up to stay any further questioning. "Before we get too far.... We are not seeing each other, at all. She is......a very close friend of mine." His thumb runs along the lip of the cup. "Half the reason I stand before you now. She's saved my life more than I'd like to admit."
"Okay, okay ... damn, I thought she was the one you were seeing before. Okay, so she's your friend ... this for her birthday, then?" Obviously, she is less than clever when it comes to fishing for personal information.
Likely, she gets away with it only because it had been some time since they'd seen each other, and he'd resigned himself already to answering her questions as best he could. He shakes his head, "No."
Snort. ?Yanno, I keep forgetting just how bountiful a fountain of information you are.? Teasing, obviously, as she stuck out the tip of her tongue at him. Then, to forestall any more of that tactfully mature behavior - note the narrator?s sarcasm spike - Tanya speared up the last potsticker and got to chewing. It?s still lurking, going by the slight shaking of her shoulders.
Cris busies his smile by finishing what?s left of his soup. It takes more than one drink, but those seconds are precious. ?I merely wish to do something for her. Something beyond a mere meal or trinket that she may acquire of her own volition. She has done a great deal for me, without my ever asking her to. Three times as much when I must,? slight smile. He looks up. ?Something she?ll remember, yes??
?I'm pretty sure she'll remember this, alright.? There's a glimmer of something, there in her eyes. Thoughtful. Introspective. And damned near too quick to see. Food for thought. ?I'll keep her on the list, then ? oh, and here. Check it out, isn't this sweet? I got cards, now.? A bit of pardonable pride, perhaps. ?She can call just about anytime, whenever she needs a restock.?
Damned near too quick to see, and Cris does not look for it. Instead, he takes the business card she offers, reading it in a glance. He nods. ?I will be sure to give this to her too, thank you.?
A thousand witty retorts flashed like quicksilver lightning through Tanya?s eyes, but in the end, she settled on simple as the best option. ?Hey, what are friends for, yeah?? Already, her thoughts were swirling around a few choice ideas. That tablet of hers, hidden under the counter, was about to get a serious searching workout.
Snorting, he pockets the card with a single nod. Then gestures to the spread of Chinese food on her counter, ?Would you like to keep any of this??
?Huh? Oh, nah ? ? There?d been a thought doing a little distracting, that much was obvious. ?If the boss lady comes in, she?ll want to eat out here. Much as she?s super cool, I kinda think her food choices are ? well, squicky.? Tanya winced, visibly. There?s a story there, that?s for sure. ?Best to let her think I took care of everything lunch-wise while she was out.?
One dark brow arches. He mouths the word squicky, curtails a smile before it gets too far. "I see." But it gets him to start the task of packing away what had not been consumed.
Quietly thankful that he didn?t ask for further details, Tanya smiled the grin that Cris denied himself, and eased back behind the counter. Inventory details and all that. ?You?ll let me know how she likes it, won?t you??
He'd never been one to pry too far without necessary reasoning. As he packs, he takes note that it's mostly his share of the food that he's bringing back with him. It had been years, certainly she'd regained her appetite by now, but he's glad to bear witness to it. "I will, yes. Thank you, Tanya." Plastic bag loops tied down over open paper for security. He wipes his hands on his gear.
Truth be told, quite a few of her appetites had made a full recovery. Some, Cris had absolutely no reason to know about. But some ? She finished jotting something down in in the ledger, then looked up with a quirked brow. ?Mind stepping outside with me? Jaycy doesn?t really mind, but I don?t like smoking in here. Books, yanno, they soak up all sorts of bad smells if you aren?t careful.?
"Of course not." He takes care with the parcel she had wrapped for him. Hooks the tied off loops of the take-out bag on the fingers of his other hand, prepared to follow her lead.
Picking up a small pouch-like bag from under the counter, she led the way out the door, and just off to the side of the building, where a small planter-pot filled with sand and no few stubbed out butts sat on the ground. Break time. Taking up a lean on the building where she could keep an eye on the door, Tanya slipped a cigarette from the pouch and lit it, taking in a deep draw, and making sure to hold it downwind of Cris. After all, he?d quit. At least, that?s what she remembered.
He had quit enough but recent events had rekindled the stubborn habit he'd started to think was immortal. But he does not ask for a cigarette. He tucks the parcel up safe against his chest, looks up at the sky now that he can. "We should do this again soon. Now that I know where you are."
?Damn skippy ? ? She blew out another plume, answering his question more with a smile than with words. ?I?ve missed you, ya big galoot.? Friends were a precious commodity in her world, and while she was growing richer in that regard, she?d never get into the habit of discarding them recklessly. ?But next time, I?m buying. Kay??
"Galoot," skeptic, around a quiet chuckle. It brings his gaze down from the half cloud cover above them, half of his mouth turned up. "Technically, you bought this." The shift of his left arm indicates the parcel she'd wrapped.
?I mean, next time I?m taking you to lunch. The boss is pretty relaxed about that sort of thing, like I said before.? She waved it off, one eye on the few passers-by to make sure no one slipped into the store without her noticing. Doing the verbal dance around the elephant in the room was more than a little daunting, sometimes. ?And hey, maybe next time, I?ll be able to introduce you. And maybe to Psly, too. From what Jaycy says, he?s got some kind of bike-making business. Remember my scooter? He designed it, no lie. You should see hers!?
Just like he'd never been one to pry, he could rarely match his friends' levels of enthusiasm over any given topic that did not touch upon weaponry. His half smile lingers, pleased for the positive turn her life has taken. For the color in her cheeks, and the light in her eyes. Two things she'd been sorely lacking the last time they'd spoken. "Perhaps you will," he says with a nod.
Stubbing out her cigarette in the sand, Tanya sent up a wink at Cris. ?Maybe I will. Maybe I will at that. You taking off, then?? Just a simple question. After all, she didn?t want to take up all of his time. And he had a present to deliver!
It occurs to him that bringing the parcel and take-out of the shop with him suggests he's ready to leave. He looks down at both the burdens in his hands. "I haven't exactly anywhere pressing to be. Now that I have objects in hand, I can find a suitable vessel for them, but that will take some time. I can stay, if you'd like."
?I wouldn?t say no to the company, at least not until later. When it gets busy, I mean.? Now that she?d finished her ?break?, Tanya slipped past him to ease back through the door, trying to make the bell jingle as little as possible. It was mainly there for her benefit, anyways. ?Pull up a stool and relax, sheesh!? Yes, she knew it was a futile request, but she made it all the same.
Snorting, he shakes his head. Rolls his eyes, and turns to follow her back into the shop they?d just exited.