Twenty two years.
"I donât think Iâll ever be int he mood for you,â he muttered to himself, eyes rolling at her quick response. He just wanted to pay her back for leaving her the other day at some salad restaurant - even though it had gotten her out of spending time with the old people of the cafe. Brown eyes flickered towards the mug she pressed to her lips, a brow raised as she slams it onto the counter. At her string of words, he blinked for a moment before laughing heartily. âCharles is nothing more than my roommate, sweetheart.â Letting out a breath of air, he rolls her eyes at her and decides not to say anything about the alcohol in the mug. âIâm sure itâs been like this all day, anyways. Last time I was here there was, what, five people in here? Your poor aunt. I hope she doesnât rely on this place as her source of income.â Eyes wandered around the little cafe, ignoring her tone and the look she was giving him. In fact, he was just ignoring her and he was kicking himself mentally for coming out here in the first place. âUgh,â he starts, groaning as he turned his attention back towards her. âItâs called be in tune with your body, which you obviously wouldnât understand.â Eyes looked over her and gave her a bit of smirk before shrugging his shoulders. âYouâre as equally irritating, sweetheart. Iâm just giving you the same hard time youâre giving me.â Nodding his head, he raised a brow and watched her movements for a minute before turning away from her. Walking out the door, he turned left and crossed the street towards the liquor store. After a few minutes, he appeared right back at the little cafe and closed the door behind him. Turning the sign over to âclosedâ, he looked over at her and pulled out a bottle of patron and gentlemanâs jack. âIf youâre going to be drinking, sweetheart, you should do the good stuff.â Placing the bottles onto the counter, he leaned his hand on here and gave her a bit of a smirk. âYouâre welcome. Whatâre we drinkinâ to?â
That's because you have crap taste. Clearly shown with that shirt-pants combo. (She replies with a feigned smile, quick to roll her eyes in response to his laugh. Raising an eyebrow at him, she leans her elbows onto the counter, a grin spreading on her face.) Oh, defensive. No need to lie to me, honey. I don't judge. Much, anyway. (She scowls at him, shaking her head swiftly.) Excuse you. Why would it be like this when I'm here? I'm a magnet for customers. Oh, shut up. If my aunt was so bothered, she'd be down here working for herself, wouldn't she? Instead of using me as a slave. (Tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, she breathes out an annoyed sigh. But, she has to laugh at his protests.) 'Being in tune with your body'? Really? I never had you down as one of those airy fairy, hippy types. Then again, you do have the weird vibe so I should have guessed. (Giving him a look of disbelief, she smirks at him.) Please. As much as I may beat you effortlessly at everything else, no one could beat you with the annoyance levels. What with your stupidly smug smile and your irritating salad monologues, I think you've scored the trump card. (Just as she places the bottle down on the counter, she looks up to see that he's left. Her jaw drops, a scandalised expression upon her face.) Well, bye then. God, what a dick. (She only has a few minutes of peace, though, for he soon returns again, a little surprise showing in her features.She looks to the bottle, then the smirk, rolling her eyes to wipe away the subtle smile that threatened to creep in.) You're an asshole. You know that, right? (She comments, then smirks right back at him.) The most important day of the year, of course. My birthday.













