(Omg I love architecture)
“I’m impressed.”, Vera replied, meaning it. “That takes a lot of hard work and dedication. Diverse picks too. You don’t see that very often.” She twirled a lock of hair around her finger absentmindedly. “I want to be a poet. Or an illustrator of books.” I probably won’t have the money to go to university though, what with the money the Harveys stole from me.
(The Harveys were her adopted family who she ran away from cuz she hated them)
Tay smiled, parking in an empty spot next to a 24-hour diner, "I'm sure you'd write beautiful poetry." he got out and held the door open for her, "And I bet you draw beautifully as well."
Vera’s cheeks flushed pink at both his words and how he held open the door for her. “You’re quite the gentleman.” The words flew out of her mouth before she could stop them as she hit out, the moonlight illuminating Tay’s face.
Tay chuckled, "I like to believe that I am." he tipped an imaginary hat and bowed, then took her hand and kissed the top of it. He stood back up and walked towards the store, smiling and waiting for Vera.
Something burst in Vera’s chest as Tay pressed his lips to her hand. Breathing heavily, she fracturedly wondered if she’d imagined it all as her whole face turned beet red. Getting up shakily, she followed Tay into the store, heart racing and pumping adrenaline through her veins.
Tay slid into a booth and called up the bubbly waitress with the long, curly brown hair and twinkling brown eyes. "Hey Carla! The usual?"
"Tay! Oh yeah, definitely! Do you want two?" Carla pointed at Vera and her eyebrow raised, "Is she your date?"
"No! No. Um..I..She's not..No. We're friends." Tay turned red and looked down.
(Bye till tomorrow)
Vera went red again. Am I? “Um, hi. I’m Vera.” She waved somewhat shyly. “I, erm, have never been here before, do you serve tea?”
Carla scribbled down their orders and laughed, "We have coffee?"
Maybe caffeine’s not the best choice for this late at night., Vera thought, scanning the menu. “Erm, could I please have a hot chocolate with minimal whipped cream?”, she asked, sliding into the seat across s from Tay’s.
"Uh-huh." Carla said, "It's too bad, Tay. I asked you out two weeks ago and you said you were too busy to be in a relationship." Tay reddened, "I am!"
"Mmm." Carla headed back into the kitchen.
Vera’s cheeks were still red when Carla left. She glanced sideways at Tay. “Do you come here often? Carla seems pretty nice.”
Tay grinned, his face still hidden in a deep blush, "Yeah, a lot. Every day, actually."
Vera felt the tiniest twinge if jealousy as she recalled Carla’s words. “So.” She started. “Where are you planning on going to university?”, she asked.
Tay leaned back in his seat, "Next year. I'm in twelfth grade, but I'm 17, and I'm in Eryon's science class to observe how teaching works."
Vera smiled at this. “I’m in twelfth too. I don’t know where I’m going to go for university though, considering the fact that my mother's will was never found and I doubt I have the money to go to a good one.”, she said, eyes wandering over the curves and corners of the cutesy cafe. “D’you have any siblings?”
"No. Only child." Tay leaned towards Vera.
Vera noticed Tay leaning towards her and decided to play along, feeling a rush of adrenaline as she put her elbows on the table and moved just a little closer. “I have a little sister. She’s ten now, was adopted about a month ago.”
"Ten. I was ten once." Tay shifted awkwardly in his seat, "What's your favorite subject?"
"Ten. I was ten once." Tay shifted awkwardly in his seat, "What's your favorite subject?"
(I haven't been able to do frickin anything because, "application error")
(I haven't been able to do frickin anything because, "application error")
Same srry!
Vera couldn’t help but smile. “We had Poetry at my old school, definetly that. Now, it’s either Writing or Visual Arts. Or Latin.”, Vera replied. “You?”
Tay shrugged, "History, Art, English, Science, maybe Math."
“You just named half of them!”, Vera protested jokingly as Carla came back with their food.