forum One on One - Resting in a Rose Pedal (Closed!)

Started October 15, 2018 by @Shuri-the-Floof-Doggo

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Indra's bike roared into the lot. He stepped off, taking off his helmet and letting down the stand before walking in. This was the place, Lenon's Place, a professional but somewhat hipster café. He walked in the door, and took a seat at the nearest table.

Carrio drove his little old Ford to the cafe, parked and got out of the car. He walked into the cafe, inhaled the coffee laden air. He loved cafes, it was his facorite place to read. He spotted Indra and walked over.
“Hi there.”

"How's it going?" Indra waved, putting away his phone. He got up. "What do yoi want?" He asked, motioning at the line ahead.

Carrio set his work bag down with a look at the line. “A blueberry muffin with a medium cappuchino, please.” He pulled out his wallet and handed the other some cash.

"Sounds legit." Indra said. "You sit here and rest your pretty little head." He jested.bindra always told terrible jokes, suffice to say that often they were funny in spite of this.

Carrio rolled his eyes and sat down, pocketing his wallet again. He’s just kidding. He can’t be attracted to me…

Indra received their stuff after waiting a few minutes in line.
"Here you go." He said, dishing everything out to Carrio. He took his own, an espresso and doughnuts, and sat down. "So, if we're gonna be working with eachother, why don't we get to know eachother?" Indra suggested.

Carrio opened up the coffee and took a handful of sugar packets from a table nearby.
“Sure. What do you want to know?”

"About your professional life of course. Who are you at the workplace?" Indra said, sipping his coffee. He surveyed the coffee shop.

Carrio ripped open a few sugar packets and poured them into his drink. He stirred his drink thoughtfully.
“I guess I’m just always professional. I don’t have much else apart from my cat.”

"Trust me, I know how you feel. All I really have is my bike, and even it needs professional maintenance once in a while." Indra explained. "How about work? Have you always worked at the library?"

Carrio nodded. “It’s a family business. I don’t have much more.” He ripped open three or four sugar packets and poured them into the drink, stirring.

Indra handed over his sugar packet over to Carrio. "I don't want mine. You can have it." He said.

Carrio looked at it. “There’s more over there.” He pointed. “I can just grab more.”

"Fine by me." Indra said. "So, if you're interested in explaining, what exactly constitutes your life?" He asked. He seemed curious, but he really just wanted to know in case he needed to contact Carrio. This way, he wouldn't interrupt anything serious.

Carrio shifted when the personal question was asked. “Nothing. Nothing at all. I’m just a boring person with a dull life.”

"The ones who say that are usually the most exciting." Indra said. "I'm not prying too much, am I?"

Carrio rolled his eyes. “There’s not much about me. Other than the fact that I’m a-“ He cut himself off, shaking his head.

Indra wondered what he would have said.
"I guess it's my turn." Indra said, tugging outwardly on the collars of his leather jacket in a gesture of "I'm an open book", fitting, for his new job.

Carrio shrugged. “Well I already asked you everything required for your job, which is quite a lot. You’re not a convicted criminal, you know how to run a copying machine… I don’t want to pry.”

"If you insist." Indra said, adjusting his gloves. Part of the strap nearly came undone. He caught it in a fluid movement, and re-strapped it. He cursed under his breath.

Carrio watched as he sipped his drink, exhaling gently a stream of heat.
“Well, this is nice, I guess. How long do you plan on staying here?”

"Here?" Indra asked. "This joint, or the library?" He wondered. "If you mean the library… Well, I intend to stay for a long time, though I dunno, honestly."

Carrio shook his head. “Here. How long do you want to stay here. In the cafe.”