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Ronnie never got tired of this smell. The intoxicating smell of crushed coffee beans and vanilla. Sitting in this same spot she always did near a window where the sun shined perfectly down on her, and she could watch people. People watching. She did that so often in her free time at this cafe. When she wasn’t busy typing up the next article or creating a design for some popular magazine. Watching people do normal things, Couples coming in and being mushy, old men and women sitting like her, alone in certain spots of the cafe, Children running around excited about the Christmas drink that was advertised on tv, and mothers trying to grab ahold of them. She smiled at the thought and leaned back into her seat. The occasional young man would come in and look her way, smile and wave. She thought it was cute when teenage boys looked her way as if they had a chance but before they could try, she’d slyly showed off the fake ring she had on her ring finger, sending them running the other direction. “Here you are.” Ronnie looked up at the girl and smiled as she set her Hot Chocolate and freshly baked cinnamon roll down on the table. “Thank you, Amy,” Ronnie says and looks into the mug. Whipped cream with a sprinkle of cinnamon on top. “You even added the cinnamon.” She adds and pulls the mug closer to her. “Of course, anything for my favorite person.” Amy winks and leaves the table. Ronnie Loved hot chocolate around the holidays, she never really drank anything else when it came to it. Coffee was only for weekdays and hard times but today she could relax so she chose Hot chocolate and a simple warm cinnamon roll. She pulled out her phone and swiped over to the camera. She was one of those. Wanting to capture any moment her food looked appetizing and snap a picture, but she was like this with everything, not just food. “Yum.” She muttered as she clicked and clicked, switching the angle with every sound.

16:09

Her clicking stopped when she heard the door of the cafe open, her eyes lifting to see the newcomer. Him. A Him she had seen many times before, a him that she occasionally snuck glances at when he wasn’t looking. The only Him she’d take her fake ring off for because she didn’t want to make him run the other direction just in case there was a chance he’d walk over. She’d be interested in talking to Him. Ronnie cleared her throat and set her phone down, looking the other way. Her reflection showed in the window she sat beside. Her black hair was tied back into a ponytail and her bangs lay neatly on her forehead. She lifted her hand and ruffled over them a few times fixing the longer hairs on each side of her bang before looking at her eyeliner. Still there, Still winged. Her hazel eyes were brighter due to the shine from the sun. “Calm down Veronica.” She muttered under her breath as she looked down at the cinnamon roll, picking it up and taking a bite. Her eyes searched the room for the man until they landed on him in line. Standing there one hand in his pocket and the other holding a journal. A black journal. Her eyes traced his pale slender fingers and the rings on them. She always imagined what his hands felt like intertwined with his. Then her eyes wandered to the nape of his neck...He had such a pretty neck. His silky jet-black hair was somehow perfectly styled at the back of his head. She looked away and shook her head. It’s getting creepy, she thought and started sipping on her hot chocolate. (Feel free to send a reply! I'm curious what someone would respond with.

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(I am interested! Will try to get a reply down in a few hours :D)

(Okie! I’ll be on the lookout! ^^)

It had been a busy morning and a hot cup of coffee was exactly what Damien needed. So after his shift at work he had b-lined for the local cafe to grab just that. His eyes scanned the room when he entered, breathing in that warm and spicy aroma that always lingered in the air. It didn’t take him long to spot her, sitting in her usual place with her phone in her hand. He sighed once and averted his eyes again, getting in line for the cup of coffee he needed. He didn’t look her way again, but he suspected her eyes had found him many times. She always seemed to think he didn’t notice, but he did. He tapped his fingers on his black journal as he waited his turn, looking at the menu to see what he might want today. He was in the mood for something sweet, but when it came to sweet the menu had a lot to offer. “Hello Damien! What can I get for you?” The barista Amy smiled at him when it was his turn in line. “I don’t know, what would you recommend me? I am feeling something sweet.” He told her, Amy tended to know just what he was in the mood for usually. “Well, if you are looking for something special, why not take a Peppermint Mocha? It is one of the holiday specials.” She smiled at him. “Sounds perfect, make me one.” He took out his wallet to pay as Amy rang up his order. “She is looking at me again isn’t she?” He suddenly asked the barista and the glinster in her eyes already gave it away. Amy loved the drama of the coffee shop and there was nothing that was unnoticed by her. She was the reason that Damien knew just how often the girl looked his way. “She sure is.” Amy chuckled. “Why don’t you just go talk to her?” He furrowed his brow a bit at that suggestion. He looked over his shoulder to the spot by the window as a pair of eyes quickly darted away, like they had never been looking at him in the first place. “Pass.” He decided. “Why?” Amy instantly replied with a sad look on her face. “Because if she is that interested, she can come and say hello herself.” He answered her back. “You are so stubborn Damien.. It is honestly your worst trait.” She obviously disagreed with him. “Ooh, well! Your loss, here is your drink!” He said as she put the mocha out in a big white cup with a small peppermint cane dipped into it like it was taking a bath. “Thank you, now stop enjoying this.” He pointed a finger at her threateningly, yet he smiled. Amy just put her hands in the air. He was sure she wasn’t done meddling in this just yet. He took his cup in hand. Just like the girl who liked to stare at him, he had his usual spot in the cafe. It was a darker spot tucked away in a corner. It gave him a view of everyone who was in the cafe. He liked watching people and in a cafe there is always plenty of things to watch. He took a careful sip of the mocha, the rich milky foam leaving a small layer on his upper lip.

05:03

@CasperLazuli

(Sending response now! @Nakachu )

06:26

Time was passing gradually and Ronnie needed something to distract her. She reached for the green corduroy tote bag beside her and pulled out her macbook. Something she swore was way too expensive, after buying it she made an oath never to buy something so expensive again, her cameras at home were an exception. It was easy for Ronnie to get lost in her work, forgetting about everything and anyone around her. Her fingers glided across the keyboard like a pianist as she answered emails, finished a design, and edited photos from last week's shoot. She had forgotten about the cinnamon roll lying there half eaten and growing cold. “I work hard on that, you know.” Ronnie slightly jumped at the sudden voice, her hazel eyes peering up and over her computer to see Amy sitting across from her. She looked down at the sweet treat and slightly frowned. It was so yummy, she regretted not finishing it. Looking back up at Amy she chuckled nervously and pulled the small plate towards herself. “Sorry. I was distracted.” She points at her computer and leans back in her seat. Amy squints her eyes, pushing a blond hair from her brown eyes and leaning in towards the table. Ronnie knew this woman too well. She came here too often and started banter just enough to know when Amy leans in like that because she has something to say. Ronnie pushed her computer aside and leaned in as well, looking around like a spy before her eyes landed on Amy again. “What’s the intel?” She joked. “You two.” Amy lifted her finger at Ronnie and pointed somewhere behind her. “Need to do something already.” Ronnie rolled her eyes and leaned back, grabbing at the cold cup of hot chocolate and bringing it to her lips. Hiding the light tint on pink on her light brown cheeks. “Amy, why do you do that?” “DO what? Watch you stare at him and he comes to me talking about how much YOU stare at him.”

06:26

Ronnies eyes widen at that and she sets her cup down. He notices? The embarrassment appeared around her cheeks even more now and she leaned her head against the glass. Way to be discreet Ronnie, she thought and closed her eyes. “Yeah. He isn’t blind ronnie. The whole cafe practically sees you making googly eyes at him every time he enters the store.” Amy chuckles and leans back crossing her arms. “Shut up. I’m embarrassed enough.” Amy smirks, looking behind Ronnie once more. “You should talk to him.” Ronnie nods her head. “No.” “Why not?” She groans and lifts her head off the glass. “Because.” “Not valid reasoning.” Amy reached down into her apron pocket and looked down at her phone before placing it back into her apron. “If you don’t I’ll send him a little cinnamon roll and say it was your treat.” “You wouldn’t.” “I will.” Amy stands to her feet and sends Ronnie a wink before walking off and back behind the counter where Ronnie sometimes wished she’d stay. She thought for a moment. The cinnamon roll idea wasn’t such a bad one. Maybe she could tell Amy to place a little note on the napkin saying Hi. Her brows raised and she smiled, getting up and Amy immediately came to her. “I’d like to order a new cinnamon roll. With a little note added if you don’t mind.” She says and grabs a napkin, scribbling Hi and adding a little smiley face.

@Nakachu

Damien really settled himself down in his little corner once he was there. It helped that he was on the back side of her, now if she stared at him it would be pretty clear. It was his turn to stare now and she would never know. It brought a smirk to his face thinking about it, taking another sip of his peppermint mocha. He brought out his journal, opening it up on the next page that was sort off empty. His journal never made any sense. It was a collection of drawings, words, poems, stories. All of them unorganized and half scratched out by the time he reached the next page. The journal was about 3/4th full and looked like it was about to fall apart. He chewed on the back of his pen as he thought about what he wanted to fill the next pages with when something else caught his eye. Amy was sitting down with his little stalker. He frowned almost instantly at it. What was that girl planning? He knew Amy couldn't just not meddle with his affairs. This was going to be a disaster. He was already striking out things in his journal again as he took an agitated drink of his Mocha. At least Amy made good drinks, he would give her that. He had been lost in a bit of his writing again when Amy walked his way with a big smirk on her face. "What have you done?" Damien sighed and rolled his green eyes at her. "I have done you a favor!" she said, goddamn she was enjoying this.. He raised one of his dark eyebrows at her. She placed the cinnamon roll in front of him, the steam still rising from the pastry, served on the napkin that read 'Hi :)'. "You wanted her to say hi to you, well here you are." she said with a smug smile on her face. "You know that is not what I meant Amy." He said as he put his face in his hands and let out a deep sigh. "Now stop being a sour puss and go talk to her!" Amy encouraged him. He looked down at the cinnamon roll and let out yet one more sigh. "I will get you back for this, you know that right?" he looked up at her. You could tell she was practicely about to squel as she turned herself around and just danced back to her spot behind the coffeebar. He thought about it one more time, but maybe it really was time they ended their cat and mouse game. She had made the first move, the least he could do was take her up on it. He closed his journal, clipping his pen into the cover and taking it under his arm. He picked up the cinnamon bun, wrapping it in the napkin so his hand wouldn't get greasy and then took the last bit of his mocha in his other hand. "Are we past the staring stage now?" he chuckled from behind her as he came up to her table. He then walked past her and casually took the spot on the other end, putting the mocha down on the table and holding the napkin up for her to see. @CasperLazuli

To say Ronnie was nervous was an understatement. She was a wreck, her stomach slightly turning and her head filled with racing thoughts about what she had just done. She was bold, with the help of Amy of course. She envied Amy's confidence. Sometimes Ronnie found herself jealous of Amy, wishing she could do and say whatever without completely overthinking. Ronnie never over thought when she was writing or designing. She knew what she wanted. Amy leaned down and placed her head in her hands, bangs sticking to her forehead and she slowly groaned. She peeked through her hands and watched as Amy passed by her, dancing to the counter and leaning against it with a smirk on her face. “Look alive.” Amy mouthed and Ronnie stood up straighter as she heard footsteps nearing. She quickly remembered she had been sulking and messed up her hair. She looked over into the glass and casually smoothed out her bangs before placing her hands in her lap. He was coming over. She’d finally get to speak to him. She’d always wanted to, interested in what he was holding and wondered what was inside. His presence seemed to always grab her attention, even now as he sat down and spoke. She looked up and into his green eyes…Her favorite color. She had never seen them clearly before and now she could clearly see they were green. Her eyes darted towards the napkin in his hand and she smiled but quickly looked away at anything but directly at him, afraid she’d stare too much. No that he wasn’t used to it already she had learned. “It seems so.” Her eyes settled on her computer and she closed it. “I wasn’t as discreet as i had thought.” She chuckled nervously and looked up at him once again.

07:51

She wondered what his name was. Name! That’s where people started in conversation yet she couldn’t bring herself to actually say anything more in this moment. She could practically feel Amy laughing at how ridiculous she was being right now. “I’m sorry for staring. I see the same people almost everyday and you kinda stand out. Not to mention the notebook you carry around.”

07:51

@Nakachu

She was responding like a deer that got caught in a headlight. Her eyes darting from one side to the next, her fingers fussing with her hair. He just looked at her from across the table, trying to get her attention back to him instead of everything that was around them. Eventually her eyes found his again and he tried to give her an encouraging smile, but of course within seconds she looked away from him again. "Not quite." was his answer to her being discreet. He wouldn't lie. This was amusing to him and a smile was dancing across his lips as he leaned back into the chair. No wonder this girl had never said a single word to him, she was shy. If it hadn't been for Amy she would have never spoken up he was sure of that. That girl was good at convincing you to do anything, it was a special talent really. When she mentioned his notebook he looked over at it. "This thing?" he asked and placed it on the table in front of them. He couldn't help but give her a curious look. Most people would have mentioning his looks or his hair, yet she was interested in what he was writing about. Interesting. "You can take a look if you want, but I think you will be disappointed." he chuckled back at her as he moved his hand over the stubble on his chin. He looked down at the cinnamon bun once again. "Thank you though, for the treat." he motioned as he finally took his first bite of it, needing to wipe away the vanilla icing from his lips afterwards with the napkin she had written on. @CasperLazuli

Ronnie took a look at the notebook and watched as he slid it over to her. She looked up at him through her lashes for a split second before keeping her eyes down on the notebook. Her hands grabbed at it and she held it for a moment, her wonders were going to be answered. She leaned back into her seat and crossed her legs under the table as she opened it up. Her eyes widened a bit, there were interesting drawings, words around those drawings, words that made drawings and other small things. It wasn’t completely what she expected. The drawings were but everything else wasn’t. Her eyes scanned over every detail on each page, careful to not rip anything out. She had forgotten for a moment how quiet she’d gotten and looked up, sun shining on her hazel eyes as her eyes squinted at him. “What is your name?” She asks. After all she was curious, she found it easier to speak to him when half of her face was covered by his journal. “I think I’ve heard Amy call out your name once but i can’t remember exactly what she had said.” She adds and looks back down into the journal. That’s another thing Ronnie hated. She hated how easy it was for Amy to just speak to him. Then again they both seemed to have the same but different presence. Something she lacked when speaking with anyone. Confidence. She heard it in the way he walked and spoke, and looked at her. She wished he would stop looking at her. She wished she could just look at him and not be so awkward. Her hands ran down the sides of the page as she turned, each drawing and even poem catching her eyes. She wondered what he did for a job, designing could definitely be an option. @Nakachu

He just stayed leaned back on his chair as he watched her going through his journal. The little tells on her face were priceless. He could see the surprise when it wasn't what she had expected, but also the wonder for what it actually was that was in there. It was flattering somehow that she took that much interest in it even after she had opened it and he found himself having trouble to not look at her. "Normally when you ask someone's name you introduce yourself first." he smirked at her, his white teeth slightly showing as he did. He couldn't help wanting to tease her, her responses were simply too funny to it. "But my name is Damien." he introduced himself and took another bite from the warm cinnamon roll that she had bought for him. He peeked past her then to Amy who was just gleeming from head to toe by the simple fact that she had gotten them both at a table. "Go clean some cups!" he shouted at her with that same smile at his face. "Goddamn Amy.." he just mutterd under his breath before he looked back at the girl. @CasperLazuli

Hey! I’m gonna change my Pfp just so you can get a clearer picture of her if that’s okay. I have her face claim.// @Nakachu

(You can also Just post the picture

If that is easier :3 @CasperLazuli )

Oh haha okie! I’ll do that then. Just imagine her with hazel eyes.// @Nakachu

09:11

Ronnies eyes widened when she realized she hadn’t said her name first. The small blush formed on her face and she covered it a little more for a second before placing the journal back down. He was smirking at her. He obviously enjoyed messing with her. She wanted to roll her eyes but decided against it, pushing the journal back towards him. “Damien.” She whispers underneath her breath. It was fitting, she couldn’t help but look at him again but this time a little longer. The name matched him so well. If anyone had given her a list of names to choose from Damien probably would have been her first choice. Ronnie wasn’t a horrible looking person and she knew that. She had a soft but strong heart shaped face, Full lips and round hazel eyes that her mother always seemed to say catched peoples eyes the most. She was tall for a woman, standing at about 5’7 but it was one thing she enjoyed about herself. She liked her legs, she liked her features, her clear brown skin and eyes but right now she was thinking too much about the way she looked. Compared to Amy she felt a bit inferior. She watched both him and Amy, a small smile forming before crossing her arms on the table. “Veronica but please call me Ronnie.” She says and her eyes land on amy. She jerks her head in Amy's direction, her finger coming up to point at her. “She decided to name me that and now I kinda answer to it.” She says and lets her arm fall back in its place and her eyes drift back on him. “Your drawings… They’re uh. They’re really good. I expected them but not so much the poems and stories.” She compliments and she found herself becoming more interested the more she thought about what it was he could do for work. What other things he possibly enjoyed but she didn’t want to bombarded him with questions. “Have you always drawn?” @Nakachu

Amy just threw her hands into the air again as the two shot some comments in her direction, but the smile was hard to miss on her face. Amy was clearly enjoying herself and Damien was sure that she would be celebrating her victory for a long time to come. He would make sure to get her back for it, somehow. "That is just how it goes around here. Everyone is at the mercy of Amy, us included apearantly." he smiled back at her, his eyes catching hers again. She was sweet, the real girl next door type of girl. Nothing about her would probably attract him on a first look, but the longer he was sitting acros from her, the more interested he seemed to become. Her features were soft and her skin almost perfect. She wore little make-up but the bit she did seemed to really accentuate her face. She knew what she was doing. "Ronnie it is then." she smiled at her. He took his notebook back and closed it again, wrapping an elastic band around it to keep it from just folding open. The spine was so damaged by now that it had a hard time being closed on its own. He had never taken good care of his notebooks. They were for writing, not for keeping it pretty. He was half surprised it hadn't fallen apart before he could finish it like many of the others. "Mostly. It gives me a way to put my thoughts together. If I don't draw or write, I just feel like my head would explode." he admitted. He took the last drink of his Mocha and set the cup down, taking the candy cane that had been bathing in it and sucked on it a small bit in the corner of his mouth as he looked outside to the passing cars. "How about you? What kind of things are you working on when you are lost in your screen?" he smirked, he couldn't help it. @CasperLazuli

She chuckled at his comment about amy. He wasn’t wrong. Amy had that effect on people. She could get them to do what she wanted or encourage the most shy person to finally make a movie. Ronnies eyes watched as he grabbed at the candy cane in his cup. Lifting it into his mouth. She followed his eyes outside the window and watched the cars along with him. There it was again. He was teasing her, he obviously wasn’t trying to hide the fact. Her cheeks heated up at the thought that he had noticed her working. She sighed and grabbed her phone from her bag, sending a quick message to amy. He was still staring out the window when she looked up again. She had to remind herself not to be a creep and looked away. “Designing. Some photography and editing for magazines.” She says and looks down at her computer. Grabbing it she opened it up again, she felt it was only right for her to let him browse through her different designs. She leaned into her computer as she scrolled for a few seconds and turned her computer around for him to see. “Nothing serious.” She adds and looks up at him. Wondering what he would think about it. Amy made her way over to the table and set a fresh cup of hot chocolate, with whip cream and sprinkles down on the table for her. “Enjoy.” She says and sends a wink ronnies way causing her to roll her eyes. Ronnie only smiled and her attention turned back to him. She took this time while he could be distracted, she never really knew at this point. Another thing she’d come to find out is how hard it is to read him. She sat back and lifted her cup to her lips, watching him. Her eyes falling on the stubble on his chin, Pink lips, Green eyes scanning her screen, brows furrowed, leaning into it. His finger swiping down her mouse pad. She was watching everything. She wanted to snap a picture.

10:02

“It’s kinda what I do for a living.” She set her cup down and placed her arms back on the table. “You could do that. Your drawings are good enough for it.” She mentions, pointing at his journal. @Nakachu

"Interesting." he simply said as she told him what she had always been doing at that laptop of hers. He had wondered about it before. Once he had noticed just how much Ronnie had been staring at him, it had been hard to not pay attention to her as well. Even though she was always at her laptop he had never been able to figure out what she was doing on there. Most people at the cafe would be studying, but she never brought any books along. Or they would write stories, but her fingers were never on that keyboard long enough to write anything of that sorts. Yet whenever that screen was open, she was staring at it intensly and her concentration was quite impressive. Once the screen opens, he had been able to freely watch her as she never seemed to find him in those moments. She turned her computer screen towards him and he just leaned forward and look at the folder that she had opened for him. She clicked one open to get a better view and just used the mousepad to go to different pages. He looked up a moment when Amy came by with a fresh cup for Amy. "Bring me one too will you?" he quickly asked, he could do with another drink as well. Amy nodded and then went off again and his eyes went back to the pictures in front of him. Her work was diverse, going from more abstract things to magazine covers, from landscapes to portraits. He moved his hand to his chin, leaving on it as he browsed, his finger idely going over his bottom lip. "I like this one." he eventually decided and turned the screen back to her. It was a picture of someone leaning against a wall in a dark alley, a filter was placed over her that made her almost illuminate like a neon sign in bright pinks, greens and blues. "What did you make it for?" it almost seemed like it could be for a nightclub or something. @CasperLazuli

There was a small light in her eyes when he had asked her about what inspired the picture she had taken. She pulled her computer towards her and scrolled through a few files until she landed on a file that read Dystopian Ideas and leaned her computer against the glass so they could both see her computer. She pointed at the diffrient pictures from movies or tv shows, even cartoons that had a small dystopian feel. “I do magazines but I also do book covers for authors.” She places some loose hair behind her ear and leans in closer as she scrolls through the doc. “I had an author that was making a dystopian based book and she needed a cover that was sorta cool and eye-catching. So I looked up all I could on dystopian looks and did a photoshoot around a more nightlife-like place around New York at the time.” After scrolling through some of the pictures so he could see she clicked around until she found a sketch she had distributed from her ipad to her computer. “I drew this in case they wanted a more cartoon/animated idea for their cover but they settled for my photo because it looked so cool.” Ronnie smiled at the thought, proud of herself. When it came to her work she strived for the best, wanted a good outcome and enjoyed when she got the reaction she wanted. She often neglected her own health when she had important projects such as the book design. She spent so long out in New York with the model trying to find perfect spots and interesting shots. Then the editing made everything worse, using coffee as her only energy source. She looked away from her computer and only then realized she had been rambling. She got so worked up about her ideas and work that Amy was careful not to ask her because she could talk about it for hours. Ronnie laughed nervously. “Sorry.” @Nakachu

She really got going on that question and he leaned forward, leaning on the table with his arms as she started to show him the sketches and pictures she had taken. Eventually he didn't really look at the laptop screen anymore though, he was actually looking at her. The little shy mouse that had been sitting across from him just a minute ago had somehow disappeared and instead this excited, motivated woman was now sitting across from him. He liked it. He looked back at the screen again before she could notice that he had been staring at her this time. "Interesting." he said as she seemed to finish talking about it, nodding his head at her. "You really gave them exactly what they wanted." he meant it as a compliment. When she apologized he quickly waved that away. "Don't. It is good to like your job." he said, he couldn't say he particularly liked his. It might be why he couldn't wait everyday to be done and just get home and draw. Amy then came over with a second cup of the hot chocolate and he could already see her opening her mouth to try and get the latest gossip between the two. "No, back you go." he quickly said before she could speak and she gave him an annoyed look, but eventually listened and turned back around to serve someone else. He just shook his head with a small smile he watched her leave. "You do realize neither of us can ever show our face here again right? Amy will want every juicy detail." he chuckled and then took a sip of the hot cocoa. @CasperLazuli

Ronnie nodded and took another sip of her drink, watching as Amy came by and set Damiens' drink down. He stopped any attempt she had at questioning their time and Ronnie chuckled, setting her cup down once again and crossing her arms. Another laugh escaped her lips when he’d mentioned how they’d need to never show their faces here again. She agreed and leaned in. “Imagine having her number.” She says, looking at Amy, knowing she’d be watching them both or at least glancing. One thing Amy hated was being secretly talked about. Good or bad she wanted to hear it all. Ronnie brought her hand up to cover the side of her mouth almost like she was telling him a secret and once again peeked at amy. “She’ll be calling me later tonight asking me how everything went the second I get home.” She removed her eyes from the blond girl and looked at him. “She’ll also freak out and wonder what I’m telling you right now.” Ronnie smiled before removing her hand and backing away. “It never fails.” Ronnie sighs and reaches for her computer to shut it. She grabbed at her bag and placed it inside her bag. Her eyes shifted up a little at the cinnamon roll that had no longer been there. She was happy he enjoyed it and looked out the window, the sky slowly getting darker. Fewer people walking the sidewalks, she could barely hear the doors' golden bells ring anymore. “What do you do? You’re still managing to be a complete mystery.” @Nakachu

"Ouch.. that might be the biggest mistake of your life right there." he said as he gave her an apologetic smile. He was glad Amy didn't have his number, once he got out of here he was out. No gossip phonecalls for him and he was glad for that. Sure she had tried to pry it out of him before, but really he was a private person and giving out his phone number was not something he did a lot. He didn't even know if he was willing to give it to Ronnie if she asked right now. He leaned in a little bit when she pertended to tell him a secret. He tried to make faces to would go along with something being told and even glanced to Amy a little bit as to make sure she thought it was about her what was being said. "Normally I don't like bullying, but in this case I approve." he just said as he shrugged his shoulders and leaned back again. He took another sip of his drink when she asked him about his job and he was about to answer her when his phone rang. He put his finger up and went to check it. "Sorry, need to take this." he said as he accepted the call. "Damien." There was a lot of talking on the other side as he looked down at the table, his eyes moving a bit to the left and right as he was listening. "Yes.. well.." he tried to interrupt, but there was more talking yet. "Can't you just take care of it?" he asked, his expression becoming annoyed. "Fine, yeah. I will be right there." he hung up and brushed his fingers through his hair as he blew out a deep breath. "Guess I am going to remain a mystery for a little bit longer, because I need to run." It wasn't the way he had wanting this... thing to end, but he had no choice. He quickly drank his hot chocolate away and took his wallet taking out a 20 and placing it on the counter. It should be enough to pay for both drinks and even the cinnamon roll that she had bought him. "Sorry, I will see you around Ronnie." he smiled at her and off he went. @CasperLazuli

She watched as he picked up his phone. She couldn’t help the slight feeling of disappointment as he answered. She wanted to continue whatever was going on. She was enjoying their talk and she quite liked the teasing they were doing towards amy. She was on the other end of the teasing this time and she had fun participating. Ronnie looked up from where he was sitting as he stood up, grabbing money from his wallet and setting it down. She wanted to protest but he had already been wishing her goodbye before she could say anything. Silence. It was weird now. She usually found comfort in it but now it is way too noticed. That is until Amy came skipping over, sitting down beside her. “I just want you to know I do not appreciate the stares from across the room from the both of you. I am your cupid. I don’t think cupid should be treated this way.” Amy ranted and Ronnie pushed her slightly in a playful manner. “Cupid’s going to get pushed in 6 seconds.” Amy laughed and got up from her seat to sit across from her. The rest of her time continued that way. Ronnie listening to Amy talk and occasionally pitching in. Ignoring her questions about how everything went while thinking about how everything went. This only left her wanting to know more.

11:55

When she arrived home she did her usual routine. Greeting her cat at the door, petting him and picking him up. She brought him everywhere with her. Setting him down in the bathroom and closing the door. She stared at herself in the mirror. “Maybe I should change my hair.” She mumbled as she brought her hand up and pushed her bangs back. She’d had them for a few months now, getting bored of them quickly. They were a hassle to deal with anyway. Her head turned and she made her way to the bath and started the shower. Her head wondered what he could be doing right now? What made him leave so soon. Still found herself curious as to what it was he did for a living. Shaking her head she took off her clothes and stepped in the shower. After a while she had a pair of short on and a long tee. Her usual night clothing. She hated wearing pants or long sleeves. She was always too hot at night. The next day and the next day after that she hadn’t seen him anymore. Each day she came in she waited. Looked up each time the door to the cafe opened. She even looked to Amy for answers but not even she knew.

11:55

@Nakachu

Damien had hated to rush out like that, but in that moment he had no choice but to go. At least he paid his part and their little talk mostly had become his treat. By the time he got time to himself again it was already almost time for him to get in bed, his shift would start early again that next morning and he already knew he was going to be exhausted. He just let himself fall down into his sheets with nothing on his body but his boxer shorts. He picked his journal from the side table and just looked through the pages, something he hardly ever did. It brought a smile to his face that she had complimented this things. He didn't see it. Sure there were a few things in there, but most had been scratched out in pure frustration as it never became the way he imagined it to be. Eventually he placed the journal back and just tucked in to sleep. The next week days had him running back and forth and he didn't have time to find himself to the cafe. His life was busy and unpreditable. It was one of the reasons why his social life wasn't the greatest. He had become a bit of a loner even if he very much enjoyed being around other human beings. It was five days before he found himself back in the cafe. He was desperate to just sit down and have some time for himself, away from everything else. He walked up to the cafe and he could already see Ronnie sitting in her usual spot. He wasn't sure if he was happy or not that she was there. He had not really left in a respectful manner the last time they talked. He entered through the front door, making the little golden bell ring. It was surprisingly busy and there were barely any free tables so instead of ordering at the bar he just made his way over to Ronnie instead. "Hey stranger." He teased her, hoping she wasn't angry about last time. "New hair?"

12:07

@CasperLazuli

It was one of those days, a day Ronnie would barely look up from her computer. She hadn’t even bought herself anything to eat, just a simple coffee and nothing else. Her eyes were glued to the screen as she went through different patterns for a design and edited a few photos from a photoshoot she had done. On days like this Amy rarely bothered her. The cafe was so busy she could only pop into Ronnies bubble a few times to annoy her about eating. “Hey. You should eat something.” Ronnies eyes didn’t leave the computer and she spoke. “I’ll eat when this is done.” “Ron, come on. You said that 2 hours ago.” Amy complained. “I will, I will. Just give me a sec.” Ronnie shooed her away, only lifting her hand to wave her away. After some time she hadn’t even noticed Damien come in. Her eyes shifted up from above the computer for a second to meet his. She didn’t think to react to his small joke when he sat down across from her, eyes coming right back down to the screen in front of her. “Same hair. Different style.” She comments under her breath as she continued rapid clicking on the computer's pad. Amy spotted Damien and came over quickly. She sat down beside him and looked at Ronnie. “You see that. There’s no stopping that. She’s been clicking and mumbling like a zombie since she sat down.” Amy waved her hand but Ronnie didn’t look up. “She won’t even eat.” She says and stands back up when another customer comes in. “I’ll be back.” @Nakachu

(Just wanted to let you know that the next four days I am out with my inlaws so my replies might not be as much. I will try get a few in but no promises! @CasperLazuli )

He lifted an eyebrow when she barely even awknoledged that he was there. Was she angry at him after all? For the way he had left the other day. He admitted it had not been the most graceful way to go, but he had not expected this reaction from her. He looked up when Amy came over and tapped him on the shoulder. "How long?" He just asked. "Six hours." She simply said back before she really left the table again. The cafe was busy, Amy wouldn't have time to really meddle with them this gime. He waved at her a second, but her eyes no longer left the screen. He sighed and got up walking to the bar where Amy was slaving away making coffee in a pace that dazzled him. "Hmm?" She just asked without looking up. "Give me an americano please. And something she would normally have for lunch. I am sure you know." She just gave him a knowing smile. "Coming right up." She said as she rang him up and got to his order as soon as she could. She placed a tray before him with a big cup of black coffee and an elaborate sandwich next to it. It was a sandwich with grilled chicken, vegetables and cheese on it. It actually made his mouth water looking at it, but he had already ate. He walked back over to Ronnie, sure she had not even noticed he had left. He got right beside her and without even a notice closed her laptop on her. It simply ran on Ios and he knew that closing it down would do nothing but put in on standby. She wouldn't lose any process. He then put the plate with the sandwich right on top of it so she couldn't open it back up again. "Eat." He half ordered her as his face was right beside hers in the way he was leaned beside her.

01:09

@CasperLazuli

She needed to finish, she had to. Nothing at this point was going to stop her. She stoped for just a moment when she felt her stomach turn and a small sounds erupting from it. One hand came down to cover it and she sighed. She was hungry but she had no time to eat. She like challenging herself, only eating until a days work was done. Which wasn’t the best thing to do. Ronnies eyes widened when they were replaced with an empty seat across from Her. Her brows furrowed and her head turned when she suddenly felt a presence beside her. Damien was there green eyes looking down at her, leaned in and telling her to eat. She couldn’t help the small blush forming on her cheeks. It took her a moment to process the situation. He was closer than before, this time sitting right next to her. His shoulder slightly touching hers. Her thoughts were interrupted by another low growl from her stomach and only then the smell of her favorite snack made its way through her nose. She looked down at it and bit her lip. It looked really good. “I could simply push this away and open the computer.” She comments. Her eyes falling back on him. “And push you.” She looked behind him, at the floor and could see Amy staring at her. Definitely wondering if he could actually get her to eat. Stop her work and eat. “There’s nothing stopping me from doing so.” She challenged.

02:56

(That’s so okay! I totally understand and I’m glad you discussed it with me so I knew. ^^ I hope you have some fun! Reply whenever you can and want there is no rush. You should have fun with family.

) @Nakachu

"You could try." He smirked at her, he couldn't keep himself from liking her little challenge. She would not win this. "But I think I am stronger then you are." He chuckled. In a swift motion he pulled her chair back with her on it, out of reach from her

03:29

laptop and stood in between to block her acces from it. He once again picked up the plate and this time shoved it into her hands. "Eat." He once again said to her, a small glimmer in his eyes as he looked back at her. She might be passionate and it was one of the things he remembered mostly from their little conversation a few days back, but she was not getting away with not taking care of herself. He grabbed his coffee and sipped from it a big, letting out a satisfied sound. If she were to try and get to her laptop, he would simply keep blocking her from it.

03:29

@CasperLazuli

Ronnie looked up at him, his figure standing over her and between her and the laptop on the table. She sighed and her hands slowly took the plate from him. He may be right about his strength being better than his and she almost wanted to test it but decided against it. She’d be stupid to even try that. “Fine.” She muttered. She looked down at the food and once again a small and low growl made itself noticed. Screw it, she’d have time a little later. She’d been staring at the delicious sandwich for too long to ignore it. “You can sit down now. I’m not going to touch it.” She says before taking the sand which in her hands and biting into it. She had to stop the moan that wanted to escape her lips. Amy’s done it again. She wondered in moments like these why she didn’t own her own shop. She should call it by her own name. Ronnie was sure it would be a hit with teens and elders. She was so good at making these sandwiches. Ronnies attention focused back on Damien and she suddenly felt shy under his watch. She didn’t exactly enjoy eating when there were people so close and around. Made her a bit self conscious but she had made a promise to herself to cut the shy act. She took tips from Amy over the course of his absence. He looked a bit different but not much different. His eyes still captured her attention. Hair still styled messily but in a more natural way he seemed to pull off. That confident smirk always placed on his face and he seemed to still enjoy the teasing. “Hello stranger.” She decided to greet him properly this time. She had faintly heard him before but was too wrapped up in her work to even reply like a normal person. “You sticking around a little longer this time?” She questioned. Only jokingly. @Nakachu

He almost felt a small bit proud as she seemed to give up and actually started to dig into the sandwich. From the moment her teeth sank in the look on her face told him enough to know she wouldn't bolt right for her laptop the moment he stepped away. So he got away from the table and took one of the empty chair around it. He sat down slightly slouched with one arm leaning on the backrest and one leg crossed over the other so his ankle was resting on his knee. He took another sip from his coffee, oooh he had needed coffee. He brought his hand through his hair one time and chuckle as she repeated his greeting after him. "Sadly I don't make any promises." He just said with a little bit of a more serious look underneath his smile. "It happens from time to time that I am called away." He let her know. "But.. I do apologize for leaving that way. That wasn't a very friendly thing to do. I hope that sandwich makes up for it a small bit." He looked her in the eyes then, hoping she would just forgive him for it. Even though the last time was the first time they talked, he had enjoyed it and had hoped to find her at the cafe that day. "After you finish that you are free to get back to your project." He promised. @CasperLazuli

Ronnie simply listened as he spoke and understood that work would be important. She of all people knew that. A small smile stretched to the corner of her lips and she shook her head, waving off his worry. “It’s fine. I understand.” She says and leans back in her chair a bit, setting down her sandwich and giving herself time. The way he did leave was rather abrupt but she hadn’t found herself annoyed by it. They had only met recently met and spoke, she had no say over him. To him she was still technically a stranger. She noticed he hadn’t brought his journal in today and grabbed the water that was setting behind her laptop at the time it was open from earlier. She took a quick drink before setting it down. “You didn’t bring your journal today?” She had wondered what new things he could have written. She leaned into the table and placed her arms on it, crossing them together. “Im curious about more of your poems.” She comments. @Nakachu

He smiled at that. Glad she understood. It was going to happen more often that he would be called away. Though it wasn't for his work like she expected. At least today he should be able to stay for a while. "My morning was a bit hectic, I forgot it at home." He said. "Also didn't really have time to go and pick it up. Could always grab a napkin if inspiration hit me. Like you did." He teased her with half a smile. He was surprised she liked his poems. 9 our of 10 got scratched out in his journal and never saw the light of day. The one that was left over got burried in his journal never to be seen again. He figured his drawing had been way more interesting to her. They were the part he was actually proud of. "You are?" He couldn't hide his surprise. "What were you working on so concentrated anyway?" Curious about her work too.

05:34

@CasperLazuli

Ronnie rolled her eyes at his little comment about her so-called inspiration. She reached for her sandwich and took another bite before leaning back in her chair and letting out a simple hum as she thought for a moment. She had gotten an offer from a popular magazine, they wanted a specific design for their website that would attract people to their aesthetic and because they were such an important magazine she felt the pressure. “It’s a design for a website I’m putting together for a pretty big magazine. I have a meeting with them actually. Today.” She sighs. The simple thought of the meeting made her feel stressed and erratic. She leaned forward and placed her hands through her hair. She looked up at him from behind her arm. “They’ve also asked me to be their photographer for the few models they’ve decided to use for said website.” She looks away and groans. She had never had this much to do in a week. Everything was usually spread out but it isn’t something she’s not used to. “Can we switch jobs?” She jokes and lifts her head, taking another bite of her sandwich. @Nakachu

He just listened her to talk about the gig. It seemed like a big one and an important one and he could see why she was stressed about it. Yet eating was important and he didn't feel bad about stopping her to eat in the slightest. He just took another long sip from his coffee and looked at her as she suggested switching jobs. He just chuckled into his mug before placing it down. "You don't want my job." He just told her. He knew she was curious, but he was liking this little game where she wanted to know and he would keep from telling it as long as he could. His job was boring, uninteresting. Yet it was the only job he had been able to hold with how hectic his life was and often he was called away. It was also better now for her to learn that he valued his privacy. He didn't give many things away for free, in fact there were only a few people who knew about everything that went on behind closed doors. Even Amy had not the slightest clue. "That sounds like an important job though, I hope your meeting goes well. I would offer you my help, but I doubt you would find me useful."

09:47

@CasperLazuli

She didn’t press further and looked down at the water set on the table. Taking a quick sip she sighed and grabbed her computer, placing it in her bag and looking back up at him. She thought maybe she’d just finish at a later time. She was distracted now and wasn’t going to be able to continue her work. “Me too. I’m usually not so nervous but This is different.” She says and leans back against her chair. Her hazel eyes looked at him for a moment and she thought about their encounters. Before she couldn’t even get herself to say a work to him and now she’s talking about how nervous she is for meeting. Yet he remained a mystery. “What are your plans for the day?” She asks leaning against the table, arms resting on it.

10:15

@Nakachu