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Started April 07, 2019 by @Toxic_Persephone group

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(You’re alright!)

The male opened the door to the cafe behind him, grinning. “Yesim, are you doing well?” Victor seemed more polite today, less annoyed. Today he was in a good mood. “How was your morning?”

Yesim was a bit surprised at the questions but smiled back. "Oh-um-I'm doing well and my morning was good. How are you doing? How was your morning?"

(Sorry for the wait, I was watching a promenade)

"Ah it was wonderful. I am doing quite well actually." He chuckled, running his fingers through his messy hair. It was almost like he had undergone a transformation overnight. As she got to know him more she'd find that he was usually like this when out of work and rather grumpy during work. He liked his freedom.

"Today I'm just going to give you a list of jobs and you'll tell me which one's you're interested in. We offer classes for any sort of skill set so don't be afraid to branch out of your comfort zone." He told her as they walked to the counter to order. "What would you like, Yesim? Coffee? Anything for lunch?" He asked her politely.

(It's fine)

Did something happen overnight that I don't know of? Yesim thought before nodding along to what Victor had said. "I'll just have some coffee," She answered politely, not sure if she really should get a job out of her comfort zone. Especially when she was about to be broke if she didn't get a job.

“Mm, alrighty. How would you like it?” He asked softly, laughing. “Black? Sweetened?” He raised an eyebrow, studying her face. If he styled her hair a certain way she would look good in a photo by the park.

"Black please," Yesim answered, looking a bit tired. She regretted staying up so late last night, regretting it even more when she felt herself starting to doze off. No, not now. Not here. You can sleep after this, unless I have other stuff to take care of.

He nodded before ordering two black coffees. While he waited for their order he led them to a booth and sat down, offering the one across from him to her. “Here are the papers.” He murmured, pulling them from the bag he had sling over his shoulder.

Yesim sat down across from him and looked at the papers. "Thanks." She said before looking over the papers, trying her best to seem awake.

He watched her carefully, sighing softly. “Did you sleep well last night? You look rather tired.” Victor leaned back and flashed her a charming smile. “Is somethingnon your mind?”

The human debated asking her then if she would like to take an unprofessional break, she looked exhausted. And he would enjoy a good break. Even if it was with a Majik. She seemed unlikely to harm him, seeing as how he was much taller than her.

(Yesim is 5'11…)

"Not really, but I don't that much sleep anyway," Yesim replied. It was true she only needed five hours of sleep at most, but that doesn't mean she doesn't feel the side-effects a normal human would if they only had five hours of sleep.

(Ah nvm then XD ignore that)

“Mm, a good rest is healthy for the body. Try and sleep a little more tonight.” He told her softly, standing when their order was called.

He returned to their table, coffees in hand, and smiled as he set hers in front of her. “What are you looking to go into, Yesim?” Asked the human kindly. He hummed and tapped along to the rhythm.

(Lol, how tall is Victor?)

Yesim nodded, even though she knew she probably wouldn't get that much sleep anyway. "I don't need that much sleep anyway, but I hate the side-effects," She grumbled.

She gladly took her cup of coffee and relaxed a bit. "Um-almost anything works," She mumbled, glancing around the place.

(He’s 6’2)

“We all do.” He murmured grumpily, but his mood picked back up when he took a sip of his coffee. It’s bitter taste gave him life.

“Any? Accounting? Artistry? Doctor?” He sighed softly and leaned over to tap a few paragraphs. “Anything here you’re good at?” The paragraphs just listed a few skill sets such as listening and resume writing.

(Cool I thought he was like 5'10 or something for a second)

Yesim glanced at the section he pointed at, nodding along. "Maybe artistry? But I'm not that good at it. I'm better with plants though," She said, not really sure if that helped or not.

(Ahaha that would’ve been funny.)

“Ah that helps!” He said happily. “I would say a flower shop suits you.” He replied, looking at her with a small smile. “Flowers and quiet places.” He drifted off. That would be aesthetically pleasing. He needed his camera and a free day now.

(Lol yea)

"That sounds nice," Yesim replied, returning a small smile. She took another sip of her coffee, glad that she had coffee now.

“Floral arranging? Gardner?” He asked suddenly, back into the Now. “Are you good with growing plants more so than arranging them?”

Victor usually went off on his own during these things but he wanted to actually take his time with Yesim. She was analyzing, he liked that about her. And the only reason he knew that was because of the way she looks at him when they had first met.

"Well, I do know the language of flowers so maybe floral arranging?" Yesim replied, glancing at the scars on his collarbone. Should I ask him about it later? What if he doesn't want to talk about it? Then everything would be awkward.

“That would be good. Floral arrangements does seem to fit you better.” He murmured, leaning forwards and sighing. His delicate collarbones looked more feminine than masculine. They stuck out and stretched the scars, making them look worse than they actually were. He didn’t seem to mind them anymore, but under her gaze shrank away, almost as if afraid she would reopen past wounds.

"Thanks…?" Yesim mumbled, not sure if that was supposed to be a compliment or not, her face turning a bit pink. "Also, I was just wondering, you don't have to answer if you don't want to, but where did you get the scars on your collarbones?"

In Victors book, that was a compliment. Though his personality was rather satire, he really meant his compliments.

His hand immediately shot up to the scars, tracing along one. Thelook in his eyes and on his face darkened. “A Majik attacked me when I was younger.” He stated simply. “They’ll jump at your throat if you give them the chance…”

"Well, I still haven't jumped at your throat," Yesim mumbled a bit quietly. "What species do you think they were?"

Victor raised an eyebrow at her. She was right. He hadn’t been attacked yet by her. “I don’t remember much of what happened. The trauma had been blocked out of my memory. But I do remember they were small and human one moment and then large and furry the next. Some sort of creature with another form… not a werewolf but something that can control itself.” He shivered. “I still have nightmares.”

Yesim nodded. "I understand, but I don't know what creature that might be." She mumbled in reply, not sure what to do now.

“My father knows but won’t tell me. He assumes I’ll hate that species. But now I just hate all Majiks.” He admitted, murmuring it under his breath. “Though I do quite enjoy your presence. You are very kind.”