divinemanic:
location: general coffee shop time: is a societal construct availability: everyone x
It wasn’t late per se; it was just late for her, considering the number of hours she’d slept in the last 24 hours – at least less than 3 hours, by her own estimation – after the 12 hour shift she’d just gotten off of. The coffee shop was buzzing with people gearing up for a full day; she caffeinated for the sake of routine, daydreaming idly as people brushed by her table by the window. She should’ve been sleeping, to be perfectly honest, but the sun was shining, and energy was too high for her to manage it: Azrael was leaving to her own devices.
Hand guided by precision borne of anatomical charts, she watched as the coffee crowd inched forward towards the register, doodling on the napkin next to her, likenesses of everyone popping up in every form on her napkin. The crowd swelled; her hand did not: noticing suddenly the object of her focus wandering closer (either on purpose or by chance she did not know), she crumpled the napkin in her fist, blood rushing to her face.
“Sorry,” she murmured softly, laying her head down on her arm, simultaneously embarrassed and tired, low enough to be dismissed; loud enough to be counted as a reasonable apology. “If I was staring,” she clarified.
Eydie was nervous.
She didn’t want to be recognized — neither her nor Levi did — so they had split up for a hot minute. Eydie had decided to get a coffee ( more a steamed milk with vanilla syrup ) while she waited for Levi to return from the Walmart run that needed to happen for their motel room. Just something about subsisting off packets of stale corn chips didn’t appeal to either of them. They wanted to get some good hot food, even if it were microwavable.
The lady that was staring at her made her anxiety spike. But, once Eydie looked harder at the lady, she wasn’t dialling a number on her phone, or texting anyone — she was simply doodling.
Eydie ordered her vanilla steamed milk, giving the cashier a haphazard handful of change that she’d counted out meticulously beforehand ( ignoring the annoyed grumbles of the other people in line behind her when the cashier had to count the coins out ) and shuffling off to the lady in question. Her skirt flowed behind her and her button down somehow felt more suffocating that it should have.
— She is really cute, you know.
Eydie swallowed the thought. She played with the hem of her cream cardigan, and the navy button down’s cuff underneath hat. “No, I’m sorry,” she said, voice soft and quiet; light, “for interrupting you.” Eydie didn’t know what to do, so she took the empty seat across from the lady laying on her arm across the table. She folded her hands in her lap, smoothing her skirt once… twice… three times. “I don’t mean to interrupt you. I just… I just? Um.” She didn’t know the words to say — it wasn’t like Eydie could exactly offer anything of substance for interrupting the other woman. “I’m… um.” A blush worked its way onto her own cheeks. “What do you normally draw? Art is wonderful, I’d love to learn it someday.”
