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AwesomeEMKfox[OP]
22.01.2021 05:26
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AwesomeEMKfox[OP]
22.01.2021 05:31
Linkyou/your oc were going home one day, and you/your oc decided to stop by a small cafe, to get something. The place was full, except for a two person table in the corner of the room. one chair was open. the person in the other chair was a young male, with a good face, his hair, which was silverish brown, tied in a man bun, and he was reading a book, having tea. he seemed to want to fade into the shadows, and was very shy, yet no one occupied the chair across from him. wwyd?
Velvet: -she’d nervously but politely approach the man- “E-Excuse me, sir? Is this seat available? I-it’s ok if it isn’t” -her small body was trembling from the intimidating man-
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As his eyes darted around, he walked closer to the man that sat alone.
He wrinkled his nose for a moment, before looking at the man and his chair in front of him.
He approached it, then promptly sat.
"Hey man, you look kinda sad," he said, putting his elbows on the table and supporting his head with his right hand. "You need anything?"
He put his left hand in his pocket.
"Pleasure doing business with ya. I'll take my leave." He stood up, and with only a mere nod, he left the place.
At nine and thirty minutes the next day, there he was with his car parked in front of the small cafe. Turning on the air conditioner, he looked at the window and lowered it, lighting up a cigarette and putting it his mouth.
This new kid has enough potential, he thought. He just hoped he wasn't going to get caught any time soon.
He exhaled, grey smoke coming from his mouth. His throat rasped and he coughed.
He really needed to quit, but he barely could care for his own work. It's not like it's the best of jobs, but it is his job nonetheless.
He's getting old. That should explain his discontent.
He looked at his watch. He should go inside now.
Turning off the engine, he opened the door. With a groan, he stood up, holding his lower back before standing as straight as he could. He closed the door and locked his car.
He lifted his arms and joined his hands, before looking at the cafe, lowering his arms and relaxing his shoulders, and walking towards it.
He looked at the spot the kid was sitting yesterday. There he was.
He approached him, lifting his hand in a greeting. "Hey. Are you ready for work?"