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Post by katiefrank on Jul 26, 2008 2:29:39 GMT 9
The young man sat quietly in the corner of the cafe, a mug of black coffee sat in front of him and his book rested on the table. He scanned the pages carefully, occasionally lifting his mug to take a sip of the black liquid inside. The smell of cigarette smoke, and the smoke of something else entirely, hung about his clothes. No matter how many times he or Lauren's mother washed them they always smelled. His whole apartment smelled of smoke so he guessed it came from there. For now the cafe was quiet, but he figured that soon someone else would come in and hopefully, strike up a conversation. As long as he didn't scare them off that was.
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Post by Lexie on Jul 29, 2008 16:06:33 GMT 9
Miguel pushed open the doors. "The king of cafe has arrived," he said rather loudly as he walked over to the counter. "A cup of black coffee," he said as he leaned towards the server. "Extra tip if you make it extra yummy," he added.
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Post by katiefrank on Jul 30, 2008 6:09:21 GMT 9
James looked up as her heard the door bell jingle, settling his coffee back down on the table. The boy who entered seemed loud and interesting and, he was pleased to hear, was also a drinker of black coffee. Slowly James closed his book, placing a bookmark between he pages he needed. He downed the last of his coffee- it was getting cold anyway- and headed towards the counter.
"It's nice to see another proper coffee drinker. Most of the kids I see pass through here order Cappuchinos and run." He chuckled. "I'm James Owen by the way, and you are?" [/font] |
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Post by Lexie on Jul 30, 2008 8:06:54 GMT 9
Miguel turned. "Miguel Vega," he said curtly, turning from James once more to collect his order. "Thanky, beauty," he said to the waitress before taking a sip out of the cup. He then looked back at James. "What brings you around?"
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Post by katiefrank on Aug 1, 2008 6:15:29 GMT 9
When the waitress had finished making up Miguel his order James gestured for her to get him his usual. He gave a friendly smile and leant against the bar.
"I practically live here." He replied, studying the boy carefully. "But you, I haven't seen you around here before.What brings you down to the coffee shop? Other than the wonderful coffee of course..." [/font] |
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Post by Lexie on Aug 1, 2008 10:16:37 GMT 9
"Coffee," replied Miguel. "A man has to have his coffee before he blows." Miguel took another sip from his cup. He has seen the older boy around, but has never gotten the chance to talk to him...not that he really cared about that.
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Post by katiefrank on Aug 2, 2008 23:40:36 GMT 9
James nodded, a small smile on his lips. He reached out and picked up the steaming mug the waitress had just placed on the counter top.
“Thanks Trace.” He smiled, directing a wink her way.
She smiled sweetly at him and headed down the bar to serve the next customer. James shook his head to himself, he wasn’t exactly a womaniser, but he knew that making nice with the right people got him all the things he needed at less cost. Good when you’re living alone and barely scraping out a living.
“Hey, do you want to sit with me for a while?” He asked pleasantly, gesturing to the table where his book sat. “No fuss if you don’t or you have somewhere to go. I’ve got my book. Just figured it would beat you having to sit alone if you were hanging about.”
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Post by Lexie on Aug 3, 2008 22:00:57 GMT 9
Miguel shrugged. "Heck, I've got nothing better to do," he said and drank his cup all the way.
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