@Jamblack: I really like it! 8D I can't wait to here more.
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This is me trying something different.
Sorry for the novel, guys. ene
I was seated towards the back, thick eyes tracing the entire shop. I didn't quite grasp how empty it was; my dormant expression was probably scaring anyone off who would dare enter the facility. Muffled voices rose and fell from the kitchen, but my fingers fiddled with the straw, wrapper in tact. I couldn't decide if I should put it in my water, or save it for my actual drink. While they'd give me a new one, I wouldn't have the nerve to ask.
I broke down, opened the wrapper, and slipped the straw in the water.
A dish shattered in the kitchen, and swear words exploded in a calm, but not so collected fury. "Evan! We have customers!" A lady screeched, forcing a cringe from my lower back up to my neck.
"I'm sorry, Layla." Rustles- he was probably searching for a dustpan. "It won't happen again, promise."
"Shucks, Evan, you don't need to apologize no more. You won't get fired." She roared, a chortle that's one for the books.
The boy, Evan, laughed too. "I know, Layla. I know." He didn't have the southern drawl that Layla had; his voice was inky, but smooth- almost like half melted ice cream. The door to the kitchen swung open, to reveal a man around my age. He stumbled towards my table, empty-handed.
Of course it was my dish: I was the only one here.
He was roughly chewing gum. "I'm very sorry, but I shattered your omelet." He wore a sweet yet sadistic grin, and his hands rubbed together for friction. Or because he was nervous. "A new one is on the way."
"It's okay," I piped, a bit too late. "And thank you."
Forest-like green eyes sunk into mine. He opened his mouth, as if to say another word, but he slinked back into the kitchen.
I could tell I'd be back here a lot.
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It was a salty, brisk night at the pier. The small shop was carved with the towns people- they sat at the bar, by the wall, at the tables. I had gotten here early enough to snag a seat at the bar. They didn't sell food at the table, but they did sell something: that waiter. He was clearly the bartender, spinning out orders for each person down the line. Quite abruptly, he reached my stool, and a smile danced around his face.
"Hello, Taylor." The normal black-tan bandanna he wore around his forehead was gone. "What could I whip up for you?"
"I think I'll just start with some water." I grinned.
"You're my next project, dear." Evan snagged a glass and some icy water. Handing it to me, he spoke again. "I'm out to figure you out..."
My heart scrawled, but my cheeks were flushing red. Evan was sarcastic--but light-hearted, almost in the way that it seemed impossible.
"Please don't hide your facade further, m'lady." He said it with a certain allure; even I knew, however, that he wasn't out for... That. But Evan stalled to the next person, and the one after that. I finally decided to cure my parched, gaping mouth with drops of water. Lifting it carefully, I noticed something scrawled on the napkin.
Meet me after close tomorrow.It was so middle-school, so childish, that made me know I had to go.
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I was standing in the cold, jiggling the locked door again. I could hear the fountain behind me purr, water sloshing down and around again. It was a day from the note, which was clutched firmly in my left hand. I cursed lightly, stepping back and tugging my scarf until it was comfortable.
I decided to go over the checklist again:
After close: check.
Tomorrow [from the date recieved]: check.
Him:
I drew over to the fountain, perching myself atop the rigid stone. I could just picture myself falling in, but I closed my eyes and shook my head. I kept my eyes shut, not wanting to stare at the part-time inn, or his employee of the month photo still visible in the darkness. How I had ended up in such a small town was beyond me, but I still hadn't met everyone. Everyone, however, had met me. I was a former "city-slicker", who had hated her old life and moved here for seclusion. They had all of it right, almost, because I wasn't quite coming here to get away, but closer-
His cheeks were a bit red, but he seemed to glow. Milky skin illuminated under the streetlamp, green eyes yowling, I couldn't bring myself to scold him. Good thing he did it himself. "Sorry I'm so late. I understand if it takes you a bit to forgive me." His lanky- but muscular- build approached me. "I got caught up trying to figure out my plan."
"Plan?" My mouth was dry as I stood up.
He took my hand. "For courting you. Figuring you out. You can't be the lonely sweetheart who moved to a small cottage in the forest. There's more. I know you're a dimensional person--I'm just trying to get the glasses to fit."
And at that point--
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<3 
And yes, I think I shall xD
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