Metro Java...
Apr. 12th, 2005 12:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
amityville_sweetheartThe streets of Metropolis are busy at this time of day. The fact that it's lunch time in the business district doesn't help with the crowds, but the skies threaten rain. Corrine takes solace in this fact, and idly muses to herself about how funny it'd be to downpour on all of their dressy business suits.
She looks to the sky with this thought, pausing on the sidewalk to stare at the bright, but cloudy, sky. Her face is lifted up, waiting to feel a droplet of rain, but it never comes. 'Huh,' she thinks, 'Did you honestly think that would work?'
She continues along the sidewalk, making a left at the corner. Metro Java is just across the street, and she can see through the big glass windows that it's crowded.
Corrine pauses in front of the windows, staring inside at the patrons. There's a Starbucks just down the block, as well as a Dunkin Donuts. She considers this, then realizes that it'd probably be _more_ crowded in these places, where the white-collar busy bees gather for their afternoon lattes.
'Besides,' she thinks, 'No one bothers me at Metro Java, and I can't get the guy at the Starbucks to stop hitting on me. Drop your coffee on another patron _just once_, and you're famous.'
Resigned to her fate, she pulls open the doors and steps inside the busy cafe.
She looks to the sky with this thought, pausing on the sidewalk to stare at the bright, but cloudy, sky. Her face is lifted up, waiting to feel a droplet of rain, but it never comes. 'Huh,' she thinks, 'Did you honestly think that would work?'
She continues along the sidewalk, making a left at the corner. Metro Java is just across the street, and she can see through the big glass windows that it's crowded.
Corrine pauses in front of the windows, staring inside at the patrons. There's a Starbucks just down the block, as well as a Dunkin Donuts. She considers this, then realizes that it'd probably be _more_ crowded in these places, where the white-collar busy bees gather for their afternoon lattes.
'Besides,' she thinks, 'No one bothers me at Metro Java, and I can't get the guy at the Starbucks to stop hitting on me. Drop your coffee on another patron _just once_, and you're famous.'
Resigned to her fate, she pulls open the doors and steps inside the busy cafe.
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Date: 2006-11-01 05:03 am (UTC)The flower splishes back into the cup and she stares after it. Hrm. So he really was a mage. "Okay," she says, voice measured. "Impressed. Listening."
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Date: 2006-11-01 05:19 am (UTC)“A shy, pretty young woman with your kind of mystical power isn’t exactly something one encounters everyday. I must admit, you, uh … you’ve got me curious.”
“Tell me to leave and I will without rancor, but I thought we might talk.”
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Date: 2006-11-01 05:53 am (UTC)"Would you--" She takes a look at the doors and the streets outside. The 426 bus is leaving to the other end of town... the time! "Oh my God, I have to go! Um--"
She fumbles out of her seat, juggling purse in one arm and coffee in the other. She looks like she's about to bolt to the door without another word when she stops, turning to look at him. She's got to find out who he is. If he's been sent here to hurt her... "I have-- I was supposed to be back to work three minutes ago. I'm missing my train. Will you be here tomorrow? At 9AM?"
She's still inching backwards towards the door.