If Not Now, When?

[cierra]

I huff as I move my shopping bags from one hand to the other, the 'Victoria Secret' logo painfully obvious. I always hated underwear and/or bra shopping because.. well, it was just so.. awkward; just like pad shopping. I mean, it wasn't like I was unnaturally small or anything, I just hated it. I still had to hit Rue 21 before I was done for today, but a growl from my stomach made me take the escalator down to the food court. I pull my hot pink duct tape wallet from the back pocket of my black and white striped shorts to pull out a ten as I step into the line at Taco Bell.
"One Doritos locos taco, nacho cheese." I say, handing it to the guy behind the counter. He nods, flashing me a grin as he takes my money, his eyes roving over the 'True' on my right hand before flicking to my left, which read 'Shit'. He raised his eyebrows at me and I ignore it, taking my change before sticking my wallet back in my pocket, striding towards the stand up refrigerator to take my bottled Mountain Dew before moving back to stand at the side of the line before receiving my taco.
"Thanks." I say simply, turning on my heel to walk to an empty booth in the corner, putting my begs on the inside so that no one would steal them as I twist the cap off my soda with a sharp hiss.

Outfit: Link

[bryan]

Bryan effortlessly maneuvered through the mall, his American Eagle bag thumping against his leg. It was due time for a new shirt or two; he'd even put one of them on and tossed the old one away. Most of his shirts were paint stained or toddler stained. The brick red quarter sleeved shirt he wore now was spotless of both. But pants were next on his list. His mocha eyes catch hold of a Taco Bell sign and he turns sharply for a detour. A growl came from his stomach and he patted it discreetly. The guy behind the counter eyed him warily, then took his order. Bryan narrowed his eyes and recognized him. Taylor, the kid who had mde his high school hell. Number 7, no guac. How's life going, Taylor? Bryan gave him a ruthless smile and stepped away before the guy even had a chance to reply. Everyone now knew that Taylor had been dumped by his 'soul-mate', dropped out of college and contracted an STD. It seemed funny, though the thought was mean. Bryan wanted to laugh in his face and point out that he, even with a kid in tow, was more responsible. He shook his head and adjusted the bag on his arm before taking his order and turning to look around. There were hardly any booths open that were in appealing spots. Only one empty one stood out and it was right in the path of screaming kids and flying food. Bryan sighed and gazed once more and his eyes locked on a girl sitting by herself. Maybe she would understand the predicament. He squeezed around the tables and smiled at her. Mind if I sit here? There aren't many other spots more appealing. It wasn't meant to be a flirt, just a genuine comment, possibly to push him further to her good side so he could have a place to sit.

[cierra]

I cross my legs, reaching down to pick some lint from one of my mismatched neon socks before straightening to take a bite of my taco, resting my elbow on the table top and discreetly putting one finger in front of my mouth to ensure no one could watch me chew. It was one of those odd habits you got from fearing people would judge you- which I had many of. I wipe my napkin over my mouth self consciously before folding it neatly. My dark mocha eyes look up and over as a guy's voice reaches my ears.
Sit with me? I look around, there really weren't many free seats. "Uh. Sure?" I reply, shrugging my thin shoulders slightly. I didn't have to fear him eyeballing my rose shoulder tattoo as the cashier had my hand ones, my shirt covered it and my bird ones, though those only showed when I was in a bikini.
I assume he's gonna take the seat across from me so I don't bother to scoot over to make room; my bags were there anyway. I take a sip of my soda,a stray hand reaching up to run through my dark chocolate hair before tucking a strand behind my multi-pierced ear.

[bryan]

Bryan nodded his thanks and sat down across from her, putting his tray down. It seemed that now he wasn't that hungry. He watched her tuck her hair behind her ear and marveled at the multiple piercings there, and the tattoo's on her hand. The needles involved were the only thing keeping him from getting tattoo's. He'd always feared them, though no bad experiences to cause it. Taking out the chips that came with his plate, he opened them and got one out. Thanks. It's pretty packed in here. I'm Bryan He gave her a light smile and popped a chip in his mouth, crunching it. It was an awkward station for meeting, squished together by a crowded Taco Bell. Bryan couldn't say he hated it though. The girl wasn't a bad sight to look at. He ate another chip and watched as a group of giggling teenage girls passed. One smiled at him and he waved. His older sister's daughter. Bryan turned his gaze back in the remote area of the girl, though not directly at her. He didn't need her thinking he was a creep.

[cierra]

I look at my taco, now fearing looking like a pig in front of this guy. I mean, I had no reason to fear his opinion, it wasn't as if he knew me, or probably even cared to; I was just an open seat to him. I mentally slap some sense into myself and take a bite on my taco again, covering my mouth with my hand once more as I kept my dark brown eyes focused on my tray.
I swallow my mouthful and nod slightly as he goes on about how the place was packed before introducing himself as Bryan. "Cierra." I reply after a moment's hesitation. Now he knew me. Now he could spread word about me, even if it was just by my first name. I take a sip of my soda to take my mind off of my thoughts and watch as he waves to a group of teenage girls as they walked by. Of course. I'd be stuck with the flirt. I bite at the inside of my lower lip before taking a couple more bites out of my taco, soon having only a quarter of it left. I wipe my mouth with my napkin again, raising my eyes to look at Bryan. He really wasn't that bad looking, and I'd always loved guys with long hair. But, it wasn't as if he'd like me or anything; I was just an open seat.

[bryan]

Bryan nodded. Cierra, it was a nice name. Original, unlike his. He ate another chip while he watched her eat, almost nervously. Why did girls do that? Bryan had never known, but he assumed it was the same reason that guys always tried to look exceptionally well. Bryan took a self conscious look at his new shirt and paint stained pants, well worn converse. He looked at her shirt, a zombie killing one it read. A smile tugged at his full lips unconsciously. As she ate more of the taco, Bryan set his chips down. Have any bad experiences with tacos or something? You act like its going to bite you. He smiled fully, a light chuckle echoing from his chest. If she thought he was making fun of her, he'd probably just get up right then. After an explanation, of course. Bryan wasn't going to ruin a friendship, though that was a very far fetched idea, so quickly. He looked up as the bell chimed and watched an elder couple walk in. It reminded him that he needed to call his mom to babysit Benji while he worked Saturday. He took a glance around Taco Bell. Yes, he could do not to see this place again until Saturday. At least Taylor didn't work the same day he did.

[cierra]

I take another sip of my mountain dew as he nods after I tell him my name. I go to twist the cap back on, huffing as it take three times to get it right; sideways and lopsided several times. I take a couple more bites of my taco, rolling my eyes as Bryan asks if I've had a bad experience with tacos.
"Yeah, totally, they murdered my burrito." I reply sarcastically, leveling my dark mocha eyes on him with a totally serious expression. "What about you? You're just eating the chips." I add, deciding to draw the attention away from me by pointing something out about him. I soon finish the rest of my taco, wiping the orange cheese off my fingers with my napkin before leaning back in my booth, balling the wrapper up and setting in beside my napkin in my tray.
Nothing to say, nothing to do. I hated awkward situations, but saying 'awkward' would only make it worse, and my stuttering attempts at speaking usually went south quite quickly. It was amazing, really, I needed an award for it. This thought pulls my mouth up slightly at one side and I look down to hide it so Bryan didn't think I was laughing at him, reaching for my soda again.

[bryan]

Bryan laughed at her witty return. He picked up his taco and took a bite, showing her that he wasn't 'scared' of the taco. Nah. I just eat one thing at a time. How was the funeral for the taco? He asked, taking another absent bite of his taco. He didn't really know what to think. It was an odd situation for sure. Sitting down, then making jokes. Bryan took a drink of his Dr. Pepper and set it back down. His eyes travled towards the front as the loud speaker clicked on, calling someones order up. The person didn't show up. As Bryan looked in the corner, he saw someone huddle and duck out of the door. Weird.. He thought and took another bite of his taco before setting it down and wrapping up the half of it that was left.

[cierra]

A small smirk comes across my mouth as he laughs before a scoff escapes them. "It was terrible. My relatives came and ate his relatives, it was a fucking massacre." I reply despairingly, shaking my head and looking at my lap. I uncross my legs, making a face at the pins and needles that shot up my left leg.
"Damn, my foot's asleep." I mutter darkly, a frown crossing my face. I glance back, wondering what Bryan was looking at. I turn back around, mentally shrugging my shoulders. It wasn't any of my business.. but, if they didn't come back, maybe I could go get their food? Nah, that would be stealing.. and I was full, anyway, and what if they had just gone to the bathroom? Maybe it could be some bikerchick that would kick my ass.