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Post by ThenaCykes on Feb 10, 2015 22:38:37 GMT
'Oh, it is!' Even talking about it seems to have improved her mood hugely, eyes now brighter and smile now adorning her face. 'Though, I guess it'd only be if you're interested in that kind of stuff anyway, so tough luck if you're not, I'm afraid. It's pretty hard unless you're interested too, 'cause if you aren't, you won't work for it. I love it though, so that's why I think I'm doing pretty well. Still, I prefer the science and maths type thing, rather than the... Other bits. An engineer having to write an essay, honestly-' She cuts her own words off at that, seeing as she now has coffee in front of her, expression softening a little as she glances down. 'Aww.'
Once more, a five pound note is handed over, and the coffee is shifted into both of her hands, much like her feet, as they now switch her body weight between them. 'You can keep the change again.'
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Post by Dawnmist on Feb 10, 2015 22:59:13 GMT
"Thank you," he says, expression genuine. It is much more than he had ever expected from such a small, insignificant job, and he muses to himself that maybe he can prove his capability as an independent person. Peter reaches out to take the note from her, ever more prideful in his ability as a barista. Sure, his technique could always use a little more work, but the whole talking-to-people thing really isn't as difficult as he'd been expecting. "Erm, good luck finishing that essay," is all he can find to say as he puts away the money, practically glowing with gratitude.
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Post by ThenaCykes on Feb 10, 2015 23:08:03 GMT
Ah, so she's finally managed to get something like that out of him. A grand achievement, if she does say so herself, though right now she seems preoccupied with something, fidgeting on the spot. Her mouth opens as if she were going to express it in words, before she shakes her head a little, seeming to think the better of it and closing her mouth, in favour of yet another bright smile, before she takes a sip of the drink and hums softly in appreciation.
'Ah, it's great, thank you,' the words are short-lived, as her expression falls quickly at the mention of her essay, and she huffs. 'Nearly finished at least. But then I have actual artwork to do, and it's so much effort.' She probably ought to be going back to her seat and not holding up the queue.
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Post by Dawnmist on Feb 11, 2015 16:44:23 GMT
He just nods, searching for something- anything to say in response to her words. For a few moments he is stumped, and stares at her with his head slightly tilted. He reflects briefly on how much of an idiot he must look to her, and purses his lips to swallow.
"Well, er, enjoy your coffee," he says at last, an uncertain smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "There's more sugar if you... If you need it." His gaze slides across to the next customer, a slightly frustrated looking businessman, and he swallows again, harder. "Uhhm... Was there something else you wanted?"
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Post by ThenaCykes on Feb 11, 2015 16:54:55 GMT
It looks like she's about to say something, the words bubbling up on her tongue, but never moving past her lips, as when they part to push it out, she pauses again. Jeez, it really seems she's tongue-tied, despite having babbled before. Once more, she takes a breath in, ready to speak, before she just... Gives up, simply not trying anymore, and instead shaking her head as her hands shift against her cup. Her eyes dart down to glance at the now pretty much ruined shape, before moving back up, face settling back into a smile. 'No, I'll... I'm alright.' And with that, she moves again, shuffling backtowards her booth and seating herself carefully.
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Post by Dawnmist on Feb 11, 2015 17:04:54 GMT
There are no words from him. He just watched her head back to her seat, more than a little perplexed by her odd behaviour. Trying to cast it to the back of his mind in order to continue his work, Peter turns to the curt businessman. He shrinks slightly under the older man's calculating stare. So she's an exception amongst customers then. He has no doubt in his mind that this man will not tip him nearly as generously as she did. Nor will he offer any conversation, not that he's particularly enamoured with socialising.
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Post by ThenaCykes on Feb 11, 2015 17:21:41 GMT
It's very odd, actually, even to her. Probably just a small spike of social awkwardness that hit, making it hard for her to be stood there, especially with the pressure of ordering and getting to her seat afterwards. And thinking about what to say. She has no idea what words were going to come out of her mouth, but she must have looked like an idiot opening and closing it like a fish. Though of course, as she's typing, she's noticed the impact of whoever was behind her staring, so she figures it's probably time for some moral support. Her hand waves back and forth quickly in front of her body, as if trying to catch his attention, and if it should be caught, she'd offer a large smile, following the curve upwards of her lips, as if telling him to do the same. People like you better when you smile, and it makes you feel better too. Or, that's what she knows to be true.
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Post by Dawnmist on Feb 11, 2015 17:29:32 GMT
He frowns slightly as the businessman walks to a table, coffee in hand. The milk at the top of his mug resembles more of a geometric disaster than a heart. He glances back at the girl, a little surprised to see her smile at him. He returns the expression hesitantly, first checking behind him to check that it is in fact a smile intended for him. Nothing but the wall stands at his back. Oh. He isn't quite sure what to think of her, actually. In all his working life he's never met anyone quite so... well, nice. He is used to rushed encounters over the counter with impatient workers, straying from their offices during their lunch breaks for a quick drink.
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Post by ThenaCykes on Feb 11, 2015 17:41:37 GMT
... Well, at least it's something. It took a little too long, and it isn't as bright as she'd have hoped, but at least it is something, and apparently enough to coax a little chuckle out of her, before her head shakes, as she were dismissing her own laugh.The cup in her hands tilts back slightly, rim pushed against her lips as she tips the liquid inside towards her mouth. Man, she really does hate coffee, but at least it's good for making her more awake and alert. The cup is placed on the table gently, and once more, a lock of her blonde hair is pushed behind one ear and tucked there, before her hands move forward to her keyboard once more, as she works on a conclusion. Every so often, she'll throw a thumbs up, or a gentle smile in his direction. Maybe she's too nice for her own good.
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Post by Dawnmist on Feb 11, 2015 19:11:41 GMT
As the shop begins to empty - it's approaching two o'clock and those on their lunch break are returning to work - he assumes a position in the corner, fishing around in his bag for a book. It has not escaped his attention, the way she is throwing him smiles every now and then. He returns them, still hesitant. Peter is, after all, completely oblivious to her intentions, and why anyone would bother to be nice to a barista with social anxiety is completely beyond him. Ma glance is thrown her way again, coupled with a bashful smile, before he buries himself in the book. He can't help but wonder how her essay is progressing. Will she leave, once it's finished? Or will she have to return tomorrow to finish it?
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Post by ThenaCykes on Feb 11, 2015 19:43:38 GMT
It's been so long already, then? Maybe she should learn to work faster, though it's all she has right now, and this is one of her days off, albeit her last for a while. What? Even engineering students need breaks, specially her, despite her adoration for the whole thing. It's still hard, and there's still a lot of work, after all, and things like this don't do her well, considering she's more of a mathematically minded person. Maths and chemistry and physics. Everything else... Is kind of a waste of time. Though, maybe the art isn't. Speaking of, now she's juuuuust finished the essay, with a final word, which means she can save that, and quickly use the place's handy free WiFi to email it off to her professor. The laptop is shut, and then from the bag she has resting beside her, she pulls a large sketchbook, that she opens to a half-filled page, now delving around in the bag for a pencil. Maybe a biro would work too.
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Post by Dawnmist on Feb 11, 2015 22:33:49 GMT
He finds himself distracted from the book as she shuts the laptop. And then the sketchbook comes out and his eyebrows both raise together, disappearing beneath his ginger fringe. Just how much work does this girl have to do? He can't complain though; she's the most interesting customer he's ever served, and she also seems to be borderline addicted to hot chocolate. Peter turns a page, trying to sink back into his book, and yet his eyes skim uselessly over the words. He isn't even sure what he's reading anymore; a quick check of the front cover informs him that it's 'Thwaite's guide to living independently.' He rolls his eyes internally. A Christmas gift from last year. Having long since given up on trying to read, he decides to focus his attention instead on the only remaining customer, shifting slightly to get a better view of her sketchbook.
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Post by ThenaCykes on Feb 11, 2015 23:06:38 GMT
After she actually manages to get a pencil from her bag- loose, for some reason, (who knows how that mess is even organised)- her hand starts moving freely and almost automatically over the paper, arm shifting fully fr long, sweeping lines, and wrist flicking from side to side as she adds in minor details. Now she's not looking about, every little bit of her focus set on the paper before her as she draws out whatever project she's working on. Since she's engineering, it's pretty much just a building plan, meaning it's deadly boring. The plan takes centre stage, being the main focus of the A3 page, but surrounding it are various designs for the outside of the building, patterns for glass windows and the curves of the building itself. In just about every corner, there's a detailed, but rather cute flower, where she's clearly gotten a little too bored.
A slight glance up, gives her a view of him trying to look over, and the smile returns to her face, breaking the demenour of actual concentration. 'You can come look if you want. It's not really interesting, though. I have some other things on other pages, but they're all just... Reference to use for designs and stuff. Like plants and animal skins,' her words halt, and she freezes up a little, before groaning. 'Ah, I have to profile one of each and work out adaptations that can be used in engineering.'
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Post by Silver on Feb 16, 2015 1:48:29 GMT
The bells that dangle from the entrance let out a soft, pleasant chime as the door swings open to reveal a girl in her late teens, a dead look in her eyes with the appearance of someone who had seemingly just rolled out of bed despite having spent the past few hours in class. Had this not been enough, her sluggish movements are a clear cut indicator of a person who obviously didn't get enough sleep that night as she trudges towards the counter, digging through her bag for spare change and cursing when her fingers became entangled with the earphone wires she had thrown in there before leaving the house that day. A quick glance at the menu behind the counter brings back some light in her expression, because it's just her luck that she has enough coins with her so that she wont't have to bring out her card for such a small purchase, how convenient. The barista appears somewhat familiar to her despite having never visited before but she pays it no mind, all she really wants right now is caffeine in her system because the abnormal shift in her sleep cycle had put a huge damper on her usual cheerful personality and that was never good for anyone.
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Post by Dawnmist on Feb 17, 2015 0:41:10 GMT
Peter is about to respond to the blonde girl, but blinks as the bells at the entrance chime. "I, uh, I should probably... Get that," he says, scratching his neck and beginning to walk backwards towards the counter, not wanting to miss her response. He is forced to turn, however, when his leg makes contact with a chair behind him and he stumbles. Flustered, he regains his balance and pushes his glasses back up his nose to address the new customer. "S- sorry, what can I get you for- I mean, for you. What can I get for you?" In his head the words are fine, it is just the journey from his brain to his mouth that he struggles with. Idiot.
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Post by ThenaCykes on Feb 17, 2015 1:20:34 GMT
She seems almost eager, whilst waiting for a response, even halting any actual drawing, though when the chimes sound out, her expression falls, and her gaze returns to the paper briefly, to find out where she was up to so her hand can start again. When she does glance back up again, her face splits once more into a smile, at the ridiculousness of him walking backwards. She starts a little as he hits the chair, almost moving to stand up an shift over, before she's convinced he's alright and steadies herself back in her own chair, simply offering a brief smile, and a non-committal gesture. She'll be waiting, and drawing.
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Post by Silver on Feb 17, 2015 1:25:58 GMT
His antics are more amusing that anything else but it would be wrong to laugh, especially since he seems to be trying so hard. He gets an A at least for effort. "One coffee, black and as strong as you make it." A pause. "Please." She has always loved the scent of coffee, but the actually taste? Gross, well, not as pleasant as the aroma that rose from the drink made it out to be. A year of chugging the stuff down had made her resilient to it because do people really think that sugar makes things better? It doesn't. It really doesn't. She slaps several coins onto the counter before closing her bag, glancing over at the display case of desserts propped up on her right hand side and considering a second purchase for a moment or so. Maybe she'll cave in later.
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Post by Dawnmist on Feb 17, 2015 23:36:15 GMT
He nods hurriedly, falling over himself in an attempt to get to the machine and start the order. Inwardly he cringes; just as he genuinely thought he was regaining a little confidence, he walks straight into a chair in front of two customers, one of whom is definitely a regular. It's not as if he had much dignity to start out with, either, what with his stained apron and generally scruffy appearance. One might think he hadn't a home, or even a set of clothes besides his work uniform. Peter sighs, pushing his glasses back into the bridge of his nose as he hands over the coffee and slides the cash into the register. "Uhmm, enjoy your coffee," he manages after a few seconds of sorting out the words in his head first.
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Post by Frostfang on Feb 18, 2015 22:07:17 GMT
The door swings open revealing a petite girl of around five foot two with long brown hair, tinted with red hair dye which catches the light as she slumps into a huge arm chair which swallows her small frame. She reaches into her bag, hand searching for her phone, which she pulls out and unlocks in a single motion that is so automatic to her. Upon reading the text which flashes up she scowls with discontent and flings it onto the next seat.
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Post by Silver on Mar 12, 2015 21:37:36 GMT
"Thanks a bunch," she pauses for a moment, tilting her head to the side as she squints at the barista - or more accurately, his pin. "Peter." She grasps the paper cup between her fingers and is ready to move away from the counter when a thought strikes her. Whilst she doubts the possibility, it wouldn't hurt to ask, right? "Do I know you from somewhere?" Whilst his name hadn't really rung any bells in her mind (there were far too many Peters in this world to notice and remember all of them), she knew that it would annoy her to no end if she never appeased her ever demanding curiosity. Normally, she wouldn't be bothered by such a trivial part of her every day life but either she was getting nosier by the hour or it seemed important in a way that ignoring it would make her father disappointed in her. The former was highly possible and wouldn't surprise her but what if...
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