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Post by chastity on Apr 27, 2013 12:06:21 GMT -5
I pull open the door to Starbucks, the bell jingling merrily above me. I stride confidently up to the counter, my sandals padding softly against the tile. My hazel eyes glance up at the menu board for a second before deciding I'd go with my usual. "Latte, please, extra cream." I say, opening my purse and pulling out a ten. I hand it over to the guy working behind the counter.
I glance around for a moment before looking back at him as I take my change and putting it back into my purse. "Thanks." I say, flashing him a bright smile before moving over to sit at a table in the center of the room as I wait the five minutes for my latte. I pull my iPhone out to text Jenni back, my fingers flying over the touch screen keypad as I reply. Soon my right index finger hits the 'send' button and I look up and over at the guy working behind the counter as he takes his sweet time to make my latte. A small sigh escapes my slightly parted lips and I lean back in my chair, fidgeting with the frayed edges of my denim mini skirt.
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Post by Jason Monroe on Apr 27, 2013 16:14:54 GMT -5
Jason adored the smell of fresh coffee in the mornings, which was why he had rushed out of his apartment and to Starbucks. Yes, it was a Saturday, and yes, it was around 12:00 but it was still morning to him. He wasn't an exactly an early riser on weekends, but he was actually one of the first to be up out of his three roommates. Boys, tended to be lazy. The thought that there was coffee out there in the world had him waking up though. American coffee was nothing compared to the coffee his mother made back in France, but it kept him happy. His friends back home made fun of his obsession with coffee but he couldn't help it. It was like a drug. It was addicting and he needed it to get through the day. Otherwise he would be an annoyed ball of gloom that no one would want to be around.
Pushing open the door into the small cafe he inhaled the aroma and quickly made his way towards the cashier giving her a smile and a ten dollar bill. As she took his order and his money he waited for the drink as he checked his phone. His facebook, he found, was filled with all the same nonsense. The people from school posting how much they missed him and all the latest drama and gossip filled his text message inbox. Frowning he ignored it for the time being and took the steaming coffee from the woman putting extra vanilla and sugar in the cup. Stirring it he carefully made his way to a table by a window his camera bouncing on it's hip from where it was slung on his shoulder.
He had walked out of his place with minimal things. His camera, his phone, and his ray bans that had been discarded on the top of the tin table. The bar stool sized chair he was sitting on rocked everytime he moved and kind of kept him occupied as he silently drank his coffee and replied to text messages and emails. An ocean blue v neck and jeans were what clothed his body and gray combat boots graced his feet. The shoe laces lazily left untied and the bill flipped down to reveal where he had tucked his jeans into them. This was his normal attire for everyday, it was easy and still stylish for him.
As his phone rang he picked it up with a slight smile to hear one of his best friends from home on the other end. As he chatted with her he took the lid off his cup and left his camera at the table to save it as he headed back toward the counter to get more vanilla. Setting his cup on the counter he was answering Camille when he saw a cute girl sweep past him and order some coffee. He hummed slightly as he headed back toward his table and picked his things up and made his way toward where she was sitting. "Hi," He said, his typical Jason smile plastered on his face and his blue eyes giving her a glance over. "You looked lonely, mind if I sit here?" Instead of waiting for a response he slid onto the seat and took a sip of his coffee. [/size][/font] |
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Post by chastity on Apr 27, 2013 17:00:34 GMT -5
I let out a frustrated sigh, looking at the guy behind the counter. My attention soon turns to a black haired boy as he asks if he can sit with me. "Sure." I reply with a small shrug, though he'd already sat down. The blonde behind the counter tosses my new company an annoyed look before placing my latte on the counter.
"One second." I say, holding up a finger to him before pushing my chair back from the table to strut over and grab my drink, deciding not to leave a tip- that was terrible service.
I sniff and turn away from the counter to move back to my chair, taking a sip of my latte as I sit down. "Anyway." I say with a slight huff, crossing my legs under the table. "I'm Chastity." I say, offering him a bright smile.
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Post by Jason Monroe on Apr 27, 2013 17:34:00 GMT -5
Jason absent mindedly checked his phone and tapped out some texts and hit send. When she sat back down after getting her coffee and he smiled and gave a slight chuckle at her name. "Jason..." He responded. "The service here is always terrible. High schoolers think that they are the only important people in the world." He lulled while taking another drink. "Sorry, if you're in high school. Don't feel offended."
Jason was a very get to the point guy. He was honest. A little too honest sometimes, but sometimes he couldn't help the things that just managed to make their way out of his mouth. It could get him in a lot of trouble sometimes, but he really didn't care. Jason smirked lightly at a response on his phone before putting it away and leaning back on the back two legs of his chair. [/font] |
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Post by chastity on Apr 27, 2013 18:10:38 GMT -5
My brows crease slightly as he chuckled, what had I said that was funny? Or was it just that my latte had taken so long? I mentally shrug my shoulders and take another sip of my coffee, my hazel eyes looking past him and out the window as cars go by. It was past rush hour, but there was still a fair amount of traffic passing by.
"It really is." I agree with a small shrug, typing in my pass code in my iPhone before reading a reply from Jenni. The usual bored conversation- whats up? nm, u?nun, in starbucks, fairly cute guy sat with me. That was the pretty much the conversation so far, though the 'hot guy' comment deviated from the usual droll.
"Not in high school, I'm eight teen." I add, bringing my gaze back up to him with a slight grin. He seemed pretty friendly, wasn't bad looking, maybe this conversation could go somewhere, but who knew?
"I'm guessing you're not, either, by the high schooler comment." I continue, tucking a strand of light brown hair behind my ear.
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Post by Jason Monroe on Apr 28, 2013 10:53:50 GMT -5
Jason shook his head when she asked if he was in high school. "No, Thank god..." He hummed as he rocked back in his chair. He had hated high school. As soon as he got a diploma in his hand he had bailed and moved to Vermont. Complete polar opposite of what it was like here, but man, it sure was a better enviornment. Here, people grabbed onto any little strand of gossip they could and treated you like you were the bane of their existence. When he got away he was treated like an equal. They weren't always trying to find out his deep dark secrets. Of course, when your parents were extremely rich and owned a muti million dollar company, people tended to want to know what was going on behind closed doors.
He hated it so much here and yet, here he was taking a semester off to house sit for his idiotic parents while they were away. He was surely mental. Tipping the last bit of his coffee back he smiled lightly. "It's such a nice day out and here you are trapped inside. No guy coming to sweep you off your feet? I'm shocked." He teased with a soft chuckle. |
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Post by chastity on Apr 28, 2013 12:51:18 GMT -5
I nod ever so slightly as Jason agrees that he is not in high school. I hadn't seen him around before, so he was probably a couple years or so older than me, or from out-of-state. But, surely I would've heard of him- I kept up with most of the gossip, which tended to center around new people whenever there was 'fresh meat'. It was a good past time, especially when I could keep the public eye off myself.
I take another sip of my latte, unlocking my phone as Jenni texted back, asking for the name of my good-looking company. 'jason' I reply, sending it before he himself could possibly see it. I roll my hazel eyes, looking back up at him. "Don't dig at my single status." I say, puckering out my lower lip as if in a pout. I really wasn't one for relationships- more like one night stands or an occasional make out session, but I didn't want to be too straight with this guy- if he wanted he could find out for himself without me needing to tell him all my secrets at once.
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Post by Jason Monroe on Apr 28, 2013 15:15:19 GMT -5
"Oh did I hit a cord?" He asked with a sly smile as he glanced over at her. Shaking his empty cup he hummed a quiet be right back as he got up and headed to drop it in the trashcan. Heading back he slid back onto the seat and tapped through his phone like she was. Facebook was boring as usual and he eventually set it down, instead opting to watch people pass outside. Chuckling at a woman walking her dog he rolled his eyes. He knew that woman. She was cheating on her husband, with his dad. She was a joke who thought the only way to get ahead in life was to sleep with her boss. Little did she know, that his dad probably didn't even know her name. "See that woman?" He asked, pointing at her as she stopped and talked to someone. "I'm pretty sure she's a porn star." A laugh filled the air as he rolled his eyes at her. |
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Post by chastity on Apr 28, 2013 15:21:47 GMT -5
"No." I answer truthfully, shrugging my shoulders. Like stated earlier- I didn't do relationships. I take a sip of my latte, looking out the window. I nod slightly as Jason excuses himself and I count a seventh red car as it passes by out on the street. I look back at him as he sits down, my hazel eyes appraising. He was hot, sure. But what was his personality, and did I really care? Nah. He was going to be my new project whether he knew it or not. Hopefully I'd have to fight to reel him in; it was always more fun that way. "Yeah." I reply, nodding as I follow his finger to a woman with a little chihuahua on a leash. She was talking to a red haired man, her thin body occasionally racked with obviously faked laughter. "Oh, and you know all the porn stars?" I ask innocently, raising one eyebrow at him. I light chuckle escaped my parted lips and a smirk crawls onto them as I raise my cup up to take another sip, though I watch the woman outside closely. She did seem to be flirting her small ass off.
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Post by Jason Monroe on Apr 28, 2013 15:30:19 GMT -5
"Something like that." He hummed winking back at her in response to her question. "I mean, just look at her. Bleach blond teased hair, fake orange tan, a small chiuaua... and she's obviously had some work done..." He trailed off with a laugh. "After all that, tell me you don't agree." Kicking back in his chair again he crossed his arms over his chest. Chastity was cute, he would give her that, but he wasn't sure what she was really like. Interesting, maybe, too soon to tell. Seemingly easy going, but again, some people just gave that vibe in the beginning and turned out to be something all together more... insane. Jason uncrossed his arms and began to busy himself with fidgeting with his sunglasses as they skidded back and forth across the table top between his hands. Sure, the Ray Ban brand aviators were expensive, but that was nothing compared to how much the boots on his feet cost, so he didn't really care. |
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Post by chastity on Apr 28, 2013 16:12:59 GMT -5
I raise my eyebrows at his response and the wink, but it wasn't really any of my business; and I'd taken a few dirty photos in my time. "Well. That's not a stereotype." I mumble, taking another sip of my latte as I glanced back out of her. She really did have all the markings of one, or at least being a fake. I watch as Jason plays with his glasses and decide to take mine off from where I'd pushed them up on top of my head, holding my bangs back from my face. I set my drink down and pull them off, folding them and placing them on the table beside my phone. "Anyway. Let's get away from the talk of porn stars." I say, leaning back in my chair to a more comfortable position. I absentmindedly tap my sandals against the tiled floor, muffled scuffing sounds rising.
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Post by Jason Monroe on Jun 12, 2013 22:45:17 GMT -5
Jason chuckled. "Fine. What do you want to talk about? What do you do in your spare time?" He asked with a slight tone of sarcasm. She wanted to talk about something else fine, but he wasn't going to admit to being the best small talker that there ever was. Glancing out the window again he watched the people walk by. Jason loved being a people watch. He was a film maker and he felt that by people watching he could better understand how to make a film absolutely great. He could see the way people acted off of the screen and translate it on the screen.
"So... you're not in high school... College? What are you studying?" He asked with a raised brow curious. His eyes were still trained on the woman outside. As much as Jason didn't get along with his parents, he still loved his mother to death and hated what his father did to her. It wasn't like she was oblivious either. That was what hurt him the most about it all. Pulling his eyes away from the window he smiled at her before taking another drink of his coffee, waiting for an answer. [/size] |
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Post by chastity on Jun 18, 2013 12:50:28 GMT -5
I roll my blue eyes towards the ceiling, a light chuckle escaping my slightly parted lips. "Nice. Ask what I want to talk about then immediately ask a question." I say sarcastically before shrugging thoughtfully. "Parties, I guess. What about you?" I reply, arching one eyebrows at Jason quizzically. Wasn't that a common thing? Answer a person's question then turn it back on them?
I casually take a sip of my latte, eyes studying my companion as his own gaze is distracted from me. "Yeah, college. I'm studying to be a dental assistant. Lame, but heard it pays well." I answer, reaching a hand up to tuck a stray brown bang behind my ear. "You?" I add, crossing my legs under the table.
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