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Post by Eli Nelson on Mar 29, 2013 23:40:50 GMT -5
She had taken me up on my offer, plus a ride to and from the cafe. Polite conversation on the way there, the topic? Music, of course. I loved music, mostly country, though with some Arctic Monkeys and Foo Fighters mixed in. The lighting in the cafe was bad, tohugh I supposed it was meant to be 'mood lighting', plus there was bass thumping in the background. Calla points out a table towards the back and I obidiently follow, about to make some smart comment about how 'romantic' the atmosphere was when a blonde boy showed up. I listen to the exchange of words and raise my eyebrows at her after her comment about the coffee cake. "You're just going to let him talk to you like that?" I ask, my voice annoyed. No one was supposed to talk to a woman like that, especially one like Calla. The world just didnt work that way. I finger the neckline of my Nike shirt absentmindedly before shaking my head and leaning back in my booth. "What the hell was his problem?" I ask, my green eyes finding the jackass blonde guy in the crowd. Someone needed to teach him a lesson.
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Post by Calla Lumley on Mar 30, 2013 8:52:20 GMT -5
Calla looked at Eli, shrugged and tapped her fingers on the table. He wouldn't understand, most likely. She'd been in love with the jackass once, it's wasn't like she could hate him in a matter of one week. Though he had it down to a point. "I couldn't do anything about it." Her head had started to hurt; from the music, lighting or current event, she couldn't pinpoint the cause. Calla watched Eli then smiled reassuringly. It wasn't going to end her life for him to talk to her like that. She also remembered he was going for college in two weeks. His problem? Well, that could be a whirlwind of options to choose from. One, the girl he'd had under his crutches for so long was springing free. Two, he had abusing parents and no way to get out of their house. Three, the stick up his ass was shoved to far. Calla liked the last one to share. "He's got a stick shoved up his ass all the time." Her shoulders rose in another shrug and she pulled her legs under her and flagged down a waiter. One black coffee and (insert whatever Eli wanted here). When the waiter left, Calla poked Eli's shoulder. "But it is nothing you need to worry about." She only hoped he followed the hidden order. |
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Post by Eli Nelson on Mar 30, 2013 18:41:31 GMT -5
I shake my head slightly, running a hand through my hair. Calla offered me a smile and it somehow soothed my nerves, though I didnt know why. Perhaps it just reminded me that she had agreed to come get coffee with me, that some considered this a 'date'. The thought could cheer me up all by its lonesome. "Heh, too bad for him." I reply with a short chuckle, eyes scanning over the menu. I wasnt really hungry, though I ahd to keep up appearances, right? Two black coffees for both of us, which I was surprised at. It never seemed girls were very interested in bitter coffee, usually getting a late or something with about a gallon of creamer in it. "Yeah, I know, it just bothers me." I reply, green eyes watching as she reached out to playfully poke my shoulder. "Now, no starting this whole Poke War thing- I always win.. wether its on Facebook or not." I say, shaking my head teasingly at her.
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Post by Calla Lumley on Mar 30, 2013 19:28:19 GMT -5
Calla chuckled and picked up her coffee, taking a tentative sip of the hot liquid. As the sound of a band came on stage, her gaze followed to them. It was a local setup, though she wasn't impressed with them. She looked at Eli and raised an eyebrow. "I don't know about that. I've won a share of Poke War's in my day" She chimed, waggling her finger at him. Calla honestly had no idea what a Facebook Poke War was. She didn't even have a Facebook page. Which didn't bother her at all. Less ways for news to spread and drama to start. That was an old suspicion of her mothers. Nothing could be sane in the world with drama in her mothers eyes. She'd killed herself because of it. Calla's eyes darkened. Thankfully it was too dark for Eli to tell. She'd hate to explain anything about her mother. Everything about her family was a touchy subject. They'd all been crazy in some way. Calla was the sanest of them left. |
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Post by Eli Nelson on Mar 30, 2013 19:52:55 GMT -5
I take my coffee in my hand as the waiter comes back to set them down, taking a daring gulp of it. It was hot, but I'd chugged down hotter coffee before. "Oh, really?" I ask, raising my eyebrows at Calla. I lean back in my booth, gaze wandering to the band who was setting up on stage. I'd heard them before, they were okay but definitely not the best in the world- Foo Fighters were. "So." I say eventually, pondering over what to say. My eyes wander back to Calla, roving over her face. I take another sip of my coffee, playing with the plastic top that had come with it- I never used them, I just took them off cuz they got in the way. "Its strange. Y'know, you drinking black coffee." I say lamely, shrugging my shoulders.
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Post by Calla Lumley on Mar 30, 2013 20:27:14 GMT -5
Calla shrugged and absently sipped her scalding coffee. She turned to Eli and smiled lightly. "It's my favorite." Her voice dropped in volume and she set her cup down, running her finger along the rim. It was her mothers favorite also. Calla wanted to slap herself for pitying and taking the fun out of being with Eli. She shook her hair out of its bun and ran a hand through the knots before throwing it back up in a loose ponytail. There weren't any conversation topics. They'd just met, no common background or knowledge of each other to the moment. Calla tapped the table. "Do you have any siblings?" She asked, turning her head to watch Eli. He really was cute, cuter than her old boyfriend. But that could be the mild hate she had swimming in her veins. |
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Post by Eli Nelson on Mar 31, 2013 11:55:46 GMT -5
I nod slightly as she tells me that black coffee was her favorite- it would be in my mental file cabinet for later, show up with coffee and roses. Ah, perfection. I take another sip of my coffee in an atttempt to hide a smirk that threatens to show my thoughts. I look up from my drink at Calla's question and shake my head. "Only child, you?" I reply, raising my bushy eyebrows. I think of something else to ask, though not something too personal, just something that would get me some common background on her. "Random questions. Whats your favorite color? Mines dark blue." I ask, chuckling and leaning forward in my booth.
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