Teas ?n Tomes
Thank goodness for cooler weather. Her long-sleeved shirts weren't out of place now that things were starting to cool off. Tugging at the hem of the black shirt, she headed towards Tea's like her jean-clad legs weighed a ton. Brown hair was pulled back into a low ponytail that swayed from side to side with her exaggerated movements. On she went, through the door, making a beeline for the counter.
Solitude meant tea and relative silence, the scents of pastries and old books, and the vantage point of a nearby window with pitch black glass that, really, only fed him back his own stern reflection whenever he looked. He itched for a cigarette and longingly wished for the whiskey he'd not drunk when he wasted thirty minutes at the inn. A woman charging through the door and past the front seating area pulled his gaze aside.
The owner himself was behind the counter tonight, so Cait's greeting was rather loud. "Hi, can I get some coffee? And one of these cookies, too. Thanks." A finely manicured nail tapped the glass display that contained the various pastries for sale. Money was laid on the counter and while she waited, the brunette took the opportunity to look around the place. Brown eyes passed over Cris, whose frame was hard to miss, and she turned back around to hide the blush on her cheeks.
It was the frown, really. The dark lines of his brow and mouth fit well with a black sweatshirt, gear, and boots of the same color. Knives like hitchhikers on his legs, latched securely in place. He recognized the voice, blinked at its implication, and turned a look toward the counter that he couldn't see all that clearly through the forest of bookshelves.
The owner surprised her with an extra cookie and she was grateful to have something to smile about. "Thank you!" Still speaking loudly, though she wished now more than ever that someone else was managing the counter tonight. "You're so sweet." Caitlin gave the old man a wink, then braced herself for the long walk back to the door that would carry her past Cris. Of course, two steps in, she couldn't do it. It would be rude to just go past him without saying anything. So the brunette veered off and hurried over to a little fluffy chair by the fireplace, silently begging God to make her invisible.
As far as he knew, there were no back doors to this establishment accessible to the public. And he hadn't heard her ask to use one. The second level would be an absurd escape route. In the relative silence left over by her conversation with the elderly owner, when she dropped into her chair, the scrape of her clothes against the cushion announced her presence. That and he was watching. He didn't know what to make of the distance at first.
The poor girl was effectively trapped. Naively hoping he hadn't seen her, Cait hunkered down in the armchair and set her food and drink on the little table next to her. Next, her phone was pulled out and fingers began to fly across the screen with practiced ease.
***
Oblivion
?So, wait a minute,? Zee lifted the shot to her lips and tipped it back to spill the liquor down her throat. ?You took her to that place that juggles knives and crap, and you were still shot down?? She looked at Kyle like he?d lost his mind. ?Why do you do this to yourself, Kay??
Kyle ran his hand over his head, she knew at one time he had long hair. It was the habit of a guy who used to push his hair from his face, especially when he was thinking. He was about to say something, when two guys started harassing one of the shot girls.
?I?ll be back,? He said, she grinned thinking of Arnold?s catch phrase.
He was a good-looking guy. Broad shoulder, not too narrow at the hip and she could tell he worked out. What she didn?t get was the woman he seemed to want. She watched as he moved through the tables and stood back, hands at his sides, loose and open. He had seen his share of fights, and knew how to handle himself. It was another attractive quality. The girl left the three men and hurried back to the bar, visibly shaken by the encounter.
?You okay, Shel?? Zee asked as she still watched the exchange with the men, wondering what was being said.
?Yeah, fine.? She put the tray on the bar and shook out her hands to calm her nerves. ?Creeps were trying to get me to go back to their hotel and told me what they wanted to do to me?both of them at the same time.? Shelley shook her head, then turned to look at Kyle as he escorted the guys toward the door. ?He didn?t even pop?em, Zee,? She pouted.
Zee watched Kyle moving toward the door, behind them. Keeping his back safe from a potential stabbing or sucker punch or worse. ?If you were a guy their size, would you want to mess with him?? Zee asked rhetorically.
?He is sort of intense,? Shelley said, watching as the guys pushed the door open. ?He married or something?? She grinned as she asked.
Zee glared at her. ?No.? Flatly. ?He?s talking to this girl but it?s not right for him.?
Shelley grinned. ?You like him!? Stating the obvious. ?That?s more than your usual future doctor babble. That?s like?territorial or something.? Shelley giggled. ?Zee and Kyle, sitting in a tree??
?Don?t be juvenile, Shel,? Zee scolded as Kyle?s phone lit up then vibrated across the bar. She reached out and picked it up, looking at the number. ?Oh, Gag.? She swiped across the phone and started returning the text.
?You get a new phone?? Shelley asked as she watched her boss, wondering what had her going and texting with that evil smile on her lips.
?No, it?s Kyle?s phone,? She answered. ?I?m returning a text to Caitlin.? She sang the name childishly.
?You just told me not to be juvenile, but you are playing jealous ***** on his phone?? Shelly stared at her boss, then looked at the door. ?Oh, oh! He?s coming back in!? She felt like a co-conspirator as Zee put the phone down and started pouring more shots to load onto Shelley?s tray. ?Hey Kay, thanks big guy.? Shelley said as Kyle moved back to the bar, and picked up his coffee for a sip.
***
Teas ?n Tomes
An unanswered question had chased an acquaintance out the door earlier. He had two left in him, but patience left for none. He steeled himself for what was likely one of the worst decisions he'd made in the last few days and rose from his chair before he could convince himself not to. The large mug of tea, he brought with him, handle clutched in a fist half hidden by a ruined sleeve cuff. When he paused, there was still a bit of distance between him and her chosen seat. He put his attention on the fire, expression artfully pensive. "May I join you?"
"Um." A frown was being aimed at her phone and not him. This wasn't fair. The reply she'd gotten was confusing...so confusing that Cris didn't get all of her focus. A glance up, frown softening. Taking a deep breath, she nodded once and cursed the blush that wouldn't go away. More typing, the frown returning. It was just a few moments before she finally turned her pensive gaze back to Cris.
Each tchk from a keyed letter was like a pick into the iceberg of whatever resolve he had left. He took a drink from his tea to busy his frown, disturb it from its dark, downward angle. "If you'd rather I not, you need only say so."
"N-no, it was just--" Cait shook her head, letting the sentence die. Explaining what had just happened wouldn't make it less rude. Watching him sit there with his tea, she found herself wanting to add bricks to the wall that had been erected between them. It was so much easier to hang on to the anger she'd felt towards him. Apologizing would be a blow to her pride. And something she didn't exactly know how to do.
He hadn't yet resigned himself to another seat. He lingered there, at her right, standing with his feet at shoulder width. Gaze lowered from the fire to the floor, then coursed to find the woman attempting to make one with the furniture. "It was just---what?"
***
Oblivion
?Just doing my job.? Kyle looked at her, the low cut top worn for generating more tips and had to force himself not to shake his head. It was reasons like that, combined with booze that made some nights worse than others.
Zee watched as Kyle picked up his phone and studied the screen.
?What the hell? Is this you?? He turned straight to Zara and held the phone out so she could look at what she?d done.
Zee nodded. ?I was just having a little fun with your dream girl, Kay. She can take a joke, right?? Said, though she was hoping that wasn?t the case, as she watched Kyle speaking into the phone, and then dropping it into his pocket afterward.
?Don?t mess with my phone, Zara. That wasn?t cool.?
Zee smiled, but apologized. His words told her that the little Miss Perfect, couldn?t take a joke. ?I?ll take you to breakfast after we close to make up for it, okay? My treat.? She grinned as he nodded. She knew he?d order pancakes, two eggs over easy and two strips of bacon. The same thing he always ordered when they went for a late breakfast.
Thank goodness for cooler weather. Her long-sleeved shirts weren't out of place now that things were starting to cool off. Tugging at the hem of the black shirt, she headed towards Tea's like her jean-clad legs weighed a ton. Brown hair was pulled back into a low ponytail that swayed from side to side with her exaggerated movements. On she went, through the door, making a beeline for the counter.
Solitude meant tea and relative silence, the scents of pastries and old books, and the vantage point of a nearby window with pitch black glass that, really, only fed him back his own stern reflection whenever he looked. He itched for a cigarette and longingly wished for the whiskey he'd not drunk when he wasted thirty minutes at the inn. A woman charging through the door and past the front seating area pulled his gaze aside.
The owner himself was behind the counter tonight, so Cait's greeting was rather loud. "Hi, can I get some coffee? And one of these cookies, too. Thanks." A finely manicured nail tapped the glass display that contained the various pastries for sale. Money was laid on the counter and while she waited, the brunette took the opportunity to look around the place. Brown eyes passed over Cris, whose frame was hard to miss, and she turned back around to hide the blush on her cheeks.
It was the frown, really. The dark lines of his brow and mouth fit well with a black sweatshirt, gear, and boots of the same color. Knives like hitchhikers on his legs, latched securely in place. He recognized the voice, blinked at its implication, and turned a look toward the counter that he couldn't see all that clearly through the forest of bookshelves.
The owner surprised her with an extra cookie and she was grateful to have something to smile about. "Thank you!" Still speaking loudly, though she wished now more than ever that someone else was managing the counter tonight. "You're so sweet." Caitlin gave the old man a wink, then braced herself for the long walk back to the door that would carry her past Cris. Of course, two steps in, she couldn't do it. It would be rude to just go past him without saying anything. So the brunette veered off and hurried over to a little fluffy chair by the fireplace, silently begging God to make her invisible.
As far as he knew, there were no back doors to this establishment accessible to the public. And he hadn't heard her ask to use one. The second level would be an absurd escape route. In the relative silence left over by her conversation with the elderly owner, when she dropped into her chair, the scrape of her clothes against the cushion announced her presence. That and he was watching. He didn't know what to make of the distance at first.
The poor girl was effectively trapped. Naively hoping he hadn't seen her, Cait hunkered down in the armchair and set her food and drink on the little table next to her. Next, her phone was pulled out and fingers began to fly across the screen with practiced ease.
***
Oblivion
?So, wait a minute,? Zee lifted the shot to her lips and tipped it back to spill the liquor down her throat. ?You took her to that place that juggles knives and crap, and you were still shot down?? She looked at Kyle like he?d lost his mind. ?Why do you do this to yourself, Kay??
Kyle ran his hand over his head, she knew at one time he had long hair. It was the habit of a guy who used to push his hair from his face, especially when he was thinking. He was about to say something, when two guys started harassing one of the shot girls.
?I?ll be back,? He said, she grinned thinking of Arnold?s catch phrase.
He was a good-looking guy. Broad shoulder, not too narrow at the hip and she could tell he worked out. What she didn?t get was the woman he seemed to want. She watched as he moved through the tables and stood back, hands at his sides, loose and open. He had seen his share of fights, and knew how to handle himself. It was another attractive quality. The girl left the three men and hurried back to the bar, visibly shaken by the encounter.
?You okay, Shel?? Zee asked as she still watched the exchange with the men, wondering what was being said.
?Yeah, fine.? She put the tray on the bar and shook out her hands to calm her nerves. ?Creeps were trying to get me to go back to their hotel and told me what they wanted to do to me?both of them at the same time.? Shelley shook her head, then turned to look at Kyle as he escorted the guys toward the door. ?He didn?t even pop?em, Zee,? She pouted.
Zee watched Kyle moving toward the door, behind them. Keeping his back safe from a potential stabbing or sucker punch or worse. ?If you were a guy their size, would you want to mess with him?? Zee asked rhetorically.
?He is sort of intense,? Shelley said, watching as the guys pushed the door open. ?He married or something?? She grinned as she asked.
Zee glared at her. ?No.? Flatly. ?He?s talking to this girl but it?s not right for him.?
Shelley grinned. ?You like him!? Stating the obvious. ?That?s more than your usual future doctor babble. That?s like?territorial or something.? Shelley giggled. ?Zee and Kyle, sitting in a tree??
?Don?t be juvenile, Shel,? Zee scolded as Kyle?s phone lit up then vibrated across the bar. She reached out and picked it up, looking at the number. ?Oh, Gag.? She swiped across the phone and started returning the text.
?You get a new phone?? Shelley asked as she watched her boss, wondering what had her going and texting with that evil smile on her lips.
?No, it?s Kyle?s phone,? She answered. ?I?m returning a text to Caitlin.? She sang the name childishly.
?You just told me not to be juvenile, but you are playing jealous ***** on his phone?? Shelly stared at her boss, then looked at the door. ?Oh, oh! He?s coming back in!? She felt like a co-conspirator as Zee put the phone down and started pouring more shots to load onto Shelley?s tray. ?Hey Kay, thanks big guy.? Shelley said as Kyle moved back to the bar, and picked up his coffee for a sip.
***
Teas ?n Tomes
An unanswered question had chased an acquaintance out the door earlier. He had two left in him, but patience left for none. He steeled himself for what was likely one of the worst decisions he'd made in the last few days and rose from his chair before he could convince himself not to. The large mug of tea, he brought with him, handle clutched in a fist half hidden by a ruined sleeve cuff. When he paused, there was still a bit of distance between him and her chosen seat. He put his attention on the fire, expression artfully pensive. "May I join you?"
"Um." A frown was being aimed at her phone and not him. This wasn't fair. The reply she'd gotten was confusing...so confusing that Cris didn't get all of her focus. A glance up, frown softening. Taking a deep breath, she nodded once and cursed the blush that wouldn't go away. More typing, the frown returning. It was just a few moments before she finally turned her pensive gaze back to Cris.
Each tchk from a keyed letter was like a pick into the iceberg of whatever resolve he had left. He took a drink from his tea to busy his frown, disturb it from its dark, downward angle. "If you'd rather I not, you need only say so."
"N-no, it was just--" Cait shook her head, letting the sentence die. Explaining what had just happened wouldn't make it less rude. Watching him sit there with his tea, she found herself wanting to add bricks to the wall that had been erected between them. It was so much easier to hang on to the anger she'd felt towards him. Apologizing would be a blow to her pride. And something she didn't exactly know how to do.
He hadn't yet resigned himself to another seat. He lingered there, at her right, standing with his feet at shoulder width. Gaze lowered from the fire to the floor, then coursed to find the woman attempting to make one with the furniture. "It was just---what?"
***
Oblivion
?Just doing my job.? Kyle looked at her, the low cut top worn for generating more tips and had to force himself not to shake his head. It was reasons like that, combined with booze that made some nights worse than others.
Zee watched as Kyle picked up his phone and studied the screen.
?What the hell? Is this you?? He turned straight to Zara and held the phone out so she could look at what she?d done.
Zee nodded. ?I was just having a little fun with your dream girl, Kay. She can take a joke, right?? Said, though she was hoping that wasn?t the case, as she watched Kyle speaking into the phone, and then dropping it into his pocket afterward.
?Don?t mess with my phone, Zara. That wasn?t cool.?
Zee smiled, but apologized. His words told her that the little Miss Perfect, couldn?t take a joke. ?I?ll take you to breakfast after we close to make up for it, okay? My treat.? She grinned as he nodded. She knew he?d order pancakes, two eggs over easy and two strips of bacon. The same thing he always ordered when they went for a late breakfast.