Okay Winters

I don’t really chat with them. I just fill their tanks. But you know, I suppose there are some interesting ones. 

What's the worse case you've seen?

Well that was sweet of you; guess chivalry isn’t dead after all.

It was just the right thing to do. It was my fault after all, wasn't looking where I was going. 

[Kirby smiled lightly at the compliment. Her eyes flickered over him as he turned his attention away to put the painting back. Kirby didn’t really mind him looking at it in the first place, but some people couldn’t be trusted.] Thank you. Don’t worry about it. I’m just a little protective over my work. 

Oh, well that's alright. I'm sorry I touched your painting without asking. [He gave her his usual charming smile and turned back to the painting.] It really is amazing. Are you a professional or something? 

You gonna be done with that soon, darlin’? I wouldn’t ask, but I’ve been itching to read it, and I think it’s the only copy in Bentley. Not that I mean to rush you or anything. Take your time.

Oh yeah, of course! It wasn't as good as I was expecting. Don't worry, I won't spoil anything for you.

I go to the library once in a while. Sounds better than my job.

I don't know. I bet you see a lot of interesting people.

[Kirby had been painting on the pier, one of her favorite places in Bentley She’d dropped one of her brushes and had jumped off to go and retrieve it. When she made her way back on the pier, she noticed someone holding her painting. Kirby walked over and leaned against on of the wooden posts.] What are you doing with my painting?

[Declan held the painting gently as if his rough hands would break it. His eyes followed every line, taking the whole painting in.] Beautiful. [Her voice surprises him, and he jumps a little, turning to look at her. Declan places the painting back in its place and rubs the back of his neck.] I, just... It caught my eye. It's quite amazing. You're really good. 

I accidentally poured my coffee all over that angry woman over there. Well, I did give her money for a new shirt so it's not all that bad. 

Her brow creased as she grew more confused, he seemed so sure of himself but she couldn’t agree with him. “You know you’re an odd one…I mean it’s okay, it’s not a bad thing b-but I can’t understand you.”

Declan chuckled, his eyes sparkling. "That's alright," He shrugged his shoulders. "Well I mean, maybe we could have coffee sometime and you can try to understand me then." 

I do. I’m just a gas station attendant though. Nothing important. 

I work at the Caine Library. It's pretty okay. 

Really? Well, I’ll take that as a compliment. Thank you.

No problem. 

"Why?" that small word was out before she could stop it and she blushed because of it. "I mean…it isn’t anything special…"

He shakes his head, putting his hands in his pockets. "Maybe not to you." 

I’m well.

That's great!

Her eyes found his as they grew wide, her voice becoming trapped in her throat as she attempted to process what he had been saying. “You’re joking…?” she asked her voice filling with an awkward laugh.

Declan let out a laugh, his face softening. "Not at all."

"I’m afraid he’ll take over my body one day," Declan whispered.

When Declan finally let go he rubbed his arms, as he looked around the cemetery. "Well, this was a great date." He then shook his head, "I mean hanging out session, whatever you want to call it." Declan laughed, feeling much better then before. He put his hands on his hips, his mood perking back up to his usual happy self. He glanced at her grave stone, his smile faltering. He ran a hand through his hair as he opened his mouth to speak, but quickly closed it and said nothing. 

"Why is that?"

"I like hearing your answers." He rubbed the back of his head. "Well, actually, I just like hearing your voice." 

Nice to meet you too, Declan. How are you?

I'm doing okay! And you?

"I don’t have an answer for that" she said with a shrug, the corners of her lips turning upwards.

"That's to bad."