"Sure.." Zoe replied in a quiet voice. Had he noticed her flashback and wanted to question her? Was he being nice? Was he secretly a bad guy in disguise? She mentally asked herself as she watched him sit down in a non-creepy way, being hypervigilent as usual.
Jared sat down across from Zoe. "My names Jared." He said, still trying to smile. "Thanks for letting me sit here." He fidgeted awkwardly under her stare.
"I see sunsets." He wrote that down in a notebook he had brought to write ideas down. His hand writing was horrible, which usually surprises people because he is so good at drawing that they expect good handwriting from him. "Thank you." A soft smile crossed his lips. He flipped to a new page and began to draw clouds. "I won't force you to stay, but that guy is waiting outside for you." He nodded to the window. How disgraceful, disrespectful and disgusting can one guy be?
Ava tensed, seeing Dalton waiting impatiently outside. "Can I w-watch you?" she asked, looking at his clouds.
Zoe tried to give him a small smile without being awkward. "Oh um I'm Zoe." She replied before she turned away from his gaze. "Sorry." She mumbled.
"Of course. Would you like something to drink or eat? I get discounts since I work here." He continued to draw. He went back to his page of the water fall and decided that the sky would be a sunset, instead of wasting another piece of paper.
"Hello, the name is Avery. and thank you for saying that i am interesting?" he says though it sounds more like a question, he said his name is Atticus, but why does he beilive im interesting he thinks
Atticus tilted his head in confusion. Did this guy really not see? He blinked innocently, all he did was react to a gut feeling. Was he actually right this time?
"You're not like the rest of them" Atticus pointed his head at the rest of the cafe. He lowered his voice slightly. "Ya know… not mortal?" At best if he was wrong, this guy would just think he was insane and walk off. Maybe his hunch was right. He's been trying to find another being like him, but has been unsuccessful so far.
He raises an eyebrow and gives a small smirk "whats it to you angel boy?" he asks settinng his phone down. of course, i probably smell like the ocean. and are my gills showing? did i remeber to wear a scarf today? who is this dude? the questions keep pilling up
(Oh damn. How do I hope in with Antoine?)
just have him like walk into the cafe or something//
Antoine enters the cafe, growing softly as he did so. He was exhausted, angry and ready to rip someone head off. He sighs and orders, trying to remain relaxed. He had a rough night and just needed to get some caffeine in his system.
He raises an eyebrow and gives a small smirk "whats it to you angel boy?" he asks settinng his phone down. of course, i probably smell like the ocean. and are my gills showing? did i remeber to wear a scarf today? who is this dude? the questions keep pilling up.
Atticus pointed at his neck. "Those aren't on normal humans, as far as I know." He smiled kindly as he shifted in his seat. "Am I right?"
"Fuck" is all he said. remembering that he in fact did not wear his scarf today "well thanks for pointing that out, i need to cover those up" he said the last part mostly to himself, "so, what are you?"
"Of course. Would you like something to drink or eat? I get discounts since I work here." He continued to draw. He went back to his page of the water fall and decided that the sky would be a sunset, instead of wasting another piece of paper.
"I'm fine. Um… why are you so nice?" Ava asked hesitantly. Would he be offended by the question?
He laughed at that question. It was strange for someone to ask that. "Guess I was rised to treat girls the right way. Plus, no one likes douche bags like him." Flashing her a smile, he looked out outside Dalton was still there. It was hot out today, well to Ty at least, so he really didn't want to start anything but if he didn't leave he would.
"Fuck" is all he said. remembering that he in fact did not wear his scarf today "well thanks for pointing that out, i need to cover those up" he said the last part mostly to himself, "so, what are you?"
"Um… I guess technically I'm a Fallen Guardian Angel… for reasons…" Atticus trailed off before clearing his throat to fill the silence. He pulled out a bandana from his pocket. "Would this help? I always carry one with me just in case."
Michaelo ordered his coffee after a moment of taking too long to decide what he wanted. He stood off to the side, though when he caught sight of the pissed-looking boy who had been standing behind him he felt a little anxious. He really didn't want to get punched for taking too long to order something again
He sighs softly, looking through the menu. He looks through his wallet, finding the money he needed. He was so tired. His angry appearance falls when he yawns and just looks dead inside. The bags underneath his eyes could house a family of field mice.
Michaelo found himself staring at the angry man, and he quickly averted his gaze. He had also been punched for staring before, something he still would like to avoid
Antoine looks at the male, nods a little before rubbing his eyes tiredly. It had been a long night and he just wanted to go home and sleep before his next shift. He sighs a little, all anger gone, and just a need for sleep rising. He runs a hand through his hair and yawns again.
Michaelo gave him a small, awkward wave before adjusting his monocle. He felt a little awkward since he had adjusted his attire to go out in the modern world. T-shirt, jeans, nothing too complicated. It still made him feel weird, however
He smiles a little in return before sighing quietly, and shaking his head and trying to relax and hums softly, looking at the floor as he leans back to run over the menu again.
Michaelo's drink was called, though he physically cringed when the barista mispronounced it. "Coffee for…Michael-o? Mikeyo? Mikaela? Uh…Off-brand cereal?" they called, and Michael sighed before walking up and just taking the coffee from them
Antoine sighs softly as he gets his drink. He runs a hand through his hair again as he orders, "Thanks." He says before paying and waiting.
Michaelo took his drink before finding one of the hammocks off to the side. He crawled up into it, thinking it was sort of nice that a café would have things like hammocks and beanbags and such
Antoine sighs softly, "Anthony? Antoin-e? I dunno. Antoine." The person calls. "It's french." he growls, grabbing the drink. "Antoine. How hard is that?" He grumbles, sighing and shaking his head. He sighs softly and tiredly. Today was not his day.