One Day At A Time

[Alia Landon]

Peach colored heels clicked on the ground as she made her way towards starbucks. Her brown locks were pulled off to the side and pined there, a bow just above it for good measures. Bright baby blues were enhanced by the makeup she wore, the browns and pinks blended together really played up her eyes. Clutch was carried in one hand, wail she looked down at her phone, hurriedly punching in something and then looking up to make sure she was not going to run into any one. Her skin for the most part was flawless except for the scar upon her right rib area the place she had the encounter with the barbwire fencing when she was younger.

A soft sigh was released from her glossy pink lips. C'est une belle journée it flowed from her with ease. She looked around with a shy glance as to make sure no one had herd her utter the words, she was trying to get the hang of this English thing down but sometimes it was just easier to speak what was known and a comfort to herself. She stopped in front of the doors to starbucks, fixing her dress and adjusting the bow in her hair before entering and walking up to the counter hello how may I help you, bonjour she covered her mouth, I mean hello just a french vanilla mocha. She took out her money and handed it to the guy who was looking at her like he wanted to get with her.

She shook her head and walked down, men were like pigs here she wanted someone to get her for who she was, even though she did like to party a little but never to much, mostly with her friends. She took her drink and went to sit at a table, she was well posed and sturdy on her heels but she did like to run around barefoot when ever she got the chance. Sitting down she crossed her legs and pulled her phone out, her nails clicking softly against the screen as she sent a couple text back to some people she had met before she had moved here, they had the same condition she had, she actually felt like she had belonged there but in the end she had decided to move here and now she felt like the outcast again.

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[brook zafar]

Coffee. Like he needed more coffee. Brooke always had energy; he ate like a horse and had a high metabolism, maybe that was part of the reason. This was just one of his pit stops for a coffee, a third snack in the afternoon. He stood behind some woman who sounded like she spoke French. Whatever, people each had their own language; she had French, he had Eubonics. After she went to the side he ordered his coffee. Brook was never a fan of the large amounts of sugar they put in their coffee, but they had a monopoly on this town and he couldn't say that the coffee was bad by any means. It was too good. Like everyone else, he felt nearly addicted to it every time he stepped in the door and the smell of coffee beans assaulted him.

"Yeah just a regular one, you know black coffee." They always looked at him like that, like he was strange for not wanting to indulge in the sugary mess they prepared. Brook smiled once they handed him his coffee and he forked over the cash. He sipped lightly on the hot coffee and waltzed over to a table. Well . . . someone beat him to it. "That's fair, that's fair." With a quick scan, his eyes landed on the French woman. All the other tables looked to be filled, this was Starbucks rush hour after all. "Hey there, don't mind me sittin' with you do ya?"

Even if she did, he plopped down right after asking the question. "Look a little . . . lonely or somethin'." He leaned back in the seat and looked around the forever busy store. Didn't people just quit coming here? With a mindless shrug, he turned back to the woman. "Well it's nice to meet you. I'm Brook. Yeah, it's actually a name for boys and girls, so it's a name that can go with a guy like me. Who are you? Don't think I've seen you around much. Then again Ravmorte is a good sized city." He quit his ramblings only to take another sip of coffee. At least it was good stuff, even if there was no sugar in his, or creamer, or other fattening stuff they put in their drinks.

[Alia Landon]

She looked up at him and shook her head, he sat down and she listened as he just rambled and talked not letting her get a word in edge wise. She took a sip of her coffee here and there and then he finally stopped talking, im not lonely just simply bored, a soft accent was hinted with in her English, Its nice to meet you Brook im Alia, im new to this city I came from France this is quite an impressive city but its nothing like Paris. She shook her head and took a sip of her coffee un crossing and the re crossing her legs, so where do you come from and how long have you been in Ravmorte city? Alia asked him before taking another sip of her coffee and then setting it on the table, she looked at him and waited.


ooc: Will get better just short on muse right now....