LOST / SOUL

“No.” Stephen deadpanned before ever looking up at the person talking. He went back to typing and writing, but the person was still standing before him. He raised an eyebrow and finally looked at them. “What can I do for you?”

“I’m only here to ask for a little charm. Something mostly harmless to keep my student’s greasy and dirty hands off the artwork in my office.” Dorothea said. She was willing to pay a hefty sum for the purpose. “Some people have raised their children to think that handling precious artwork while their hands are still covered in fast food grease is even vaguely acceptable.”

“ - don’t you even think about cutting in front of a decaffeinated woman and her coffee, “ gaia put a hand up to demonstrate her frustration and annoyance. some things never leave the classroom. 

“Wait!” Rohen called out, fingertips hurriedly typing away. After a long moment, he finally looked up in surprise to see the person still there. “Okay, go ahead.”

Dorothea had a certain image to maintain, not that she struggled to keep up the image of a pretentious art lover given that was exactly what she was but she altered certain behaviors to fit the stereotype. She spent too much time in less than amazing cafes in her opinion. Still, she found herself in another one, a subpar coffee in hand. “Working on the next great American novel?”