life doesn't discriminate

“From personal experience I can now tell you that after 32 hours without sleep coffee will not help you anymore, you might as well be drinking water. Unless, of course, you drink like four cans of Monster Energy every twenty minutes but I doubt that’ll work either to be honest.”

“That sounds like a pretty dangerous thing to do, going without sleep that long. I never liked Monster drinks either. They smell too much like medicine.”

“Yea, it can be, tho I’ve never been a history type of person” she said and tried to keep her smile. Sure, she had only A’s in school, but when it came to theory subjects she was way more into biology than history. “Is the book interesting?”

“I didn’t much care for it, really, but my aunt recommended I step outside my comfort zone with my reading. And you know, there’s that musical that’s been really big, so I guess this is the book that inspired it?” He shrugged; the musical itself hadn’t really been on his radar but it might be worth listening. “Oh yeah, it really is. I mean, it’s definitely the type you have to focus on while you read but it’s not dry or anything. Well, I don’t think so anyway. That’s a personal opinion though, right?”

“Okay!” Ange said quietly and leaned on the opposite table, trying to sneak a peek of the title of the book he was reading without being too obvious.

“Thanks,” he muttered out of habit. The Hamilton biography was definitely a stretch from his usual reading habits, but Auntie S had encouraged him to try it and he found it was very absorbing. With a sigh, he closed the book and set it down with a thump on the table. “Man, history is really crazy, right?”

“Hey, sorry, but, I have to be closing this place.” Angelica said to the the last person in the small cafe she worked in and gave a tight smile. She still wasn’t quite used to the new job but after what happened at the last place she had worked in, she was willing to accept to be both the baker and a waitress at late hours.

“Give me like, two more minutes. I’m almost done with the chapter.” Marcus waved a hand absently as he continued reading. He did feel bad but surely taking two more minutes couldn’t hurt anything.

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“A bookstore? I suppose, if there’s a client askin’ fer the difference between Dickens and Shakespeare, you could be t’a one to properly answer it.” Killian laughed, shaking his head. “How ‘bout you tell me what you like t’a drink, and I’ll inform you ‘bout the spots afterwards, aye?”

“I could do that, although I’d do better with science questions. You probably don’t get a lot of those here though.” Marcus laughed as well, pausing to think before continuing. “Ah, just a beer, thanks. I’m Marcus Williams.”

“Although Disney movies are not nearly as bad as the fairytales they’re based on. Like, the Little Mermaid? Ariel has a choice between literally killing Eric or dying herself, or something, and she turns into seafoam. And that’s the least violent one I know of. Atmospheric science? What would you use that for?”

“God, I heard about that! I didn’t really read any of the fairy tales but that’s really morbid. Why would you read those to kids? There’s actually more than you would think but most common, I think, would be teaching or meteorology of some kind. You can work with the navy, I guess, but I haven’t thought about it much. I might try teaching though.”

Her eyes idled, keen on pursuing the observation of his face as he promptly delivered a reply with a brief inconsistency tearing his flowing speech pattern apart. A self-induced interruption of his articulated thoughts, likely rooting in the difficulty bestowed upon him in regard of personal matters, far from her business. She pressed her lips together, a smile conjured up with a mere second’s delay. “That sounds pretty cool. That you have someone to share your interests with. I always imagined it as quite nice, to just sit down during dinner and talk about something everyone finds fascinating.” Perhaps it would have been the same for her and the couple who had taken her in, when everyone else had likely abandoned her for reasons unknown, if she had pulled through with her father’s wishes, reached the heights of his expectations. “It was the first time I’ve ever seen something like that and the last, unfortunately. It was quite something.” Then, a laugh, dark eyes narrowing as a tooth-bearing smile was etched onto her brightened expression. “Grandmas seem to do that a lot. Maybe it’s just their thing.” 

“It was really nice,” he said thoughtfully. Growing up, he’d always taken the close-knit family a little for granted; his aunt and uncle had done all they could to foster a healthy relationship with all members of the family, and he’d received a lot of benefits from that. “We had the sort of stereotypical family dinners and always had a lot of conversation. I miss it now, although Granny never runs out of things to say.” His brow furrowed in concentration for a moment as he tried to pull up a memory - there were really cool astronomical events in the near future, but he was spending too much time focusing on school to remember them all. “You know, there should be a meteor shower in a couple of months, I think? You should try to check it out. I don’t remember all the details though.” A laugh escaped and he leaned back in his chair, tipping it onto the back legs for a minute. “That’s the truth. Mine is just - she’s something else, I’m telling you. Never met anyone quite like her and I’m glad I moved here. It’s good to get to know her a little more.”

“My dad assumed that I wouldn’t have to learn since I would have my brothers or other people to do it for me, which actually makes no sense. My brothers and those ‘other people’ were nowhere to be found when that idiot grabbed me so, having my brother teach me was actually a smart thing.”

“Yeah, that . . . .” Marcus shook his head. “That really makes no sense. You can’t be surrounded by people all the time.”

Mathias chuckled at Marcus’ words, nodding his head slightly. “Believe it or not, a few men have made the reference. I think women are more reserved in their comments.”

“Really?” His eyes widened in surprise as he processed that information. “I guess the ladies have a lot more to worry about when saying something like that.”

Life had the comical virtue of appeasing those doused in sorrow and misfortune, those whose emotions the hosts of corporeal physiques were not uncommonly negligent of. Easily overlooked in a crowd of faceless strangers, each existing in their own version of a crystalline reality, tinged in tinctures of distinctive assortment, only the view into a kaleidoscope could lend for those deprived of the imaginary depiction of versicolor skies of a vibrant mind and a cosmos worth of saturated memories, sheening in positive light. “You do?” She canted her head to the side, her smile barely giving away, that she still moved in dark places concerning their mutual friend’s middle name. “You’re into astronomy? A friend of mine was, too. He let me join him watching a meteor shower once. Extremely beautiful, actually.” A memory cradled with fondness, her smile alleviating in tenderness. “Fun, actually. I like to come here and just read for a while. It’s a different feeling than sitting on your couch, you know?”

He nodded, watching with great interest as the expressions crossed her face. Something about it seemed almost familiar, although he was sure that was just an overactive imagination; there was no reason for anything about her to be familiar, unless it bore a resemblance to their mother. “Yeah, which was sort of funny, you know? My -” He paused, struggling over what exactly to call Auntie S. Most of the time he just switched between calling her his aunt or his mom, but it felt a little different talking to Elena about her. “My aunt, but she raised me so she’s practically my mom, she's an astronomer and I got it from her. Yeah, I love meteor showers. They’re such a great display.” Glancing at his books, he laughed as he nodded in understanding. “I’ve done the same thing before, actually. Especially here. I live with my granny and she rarely lets me read in peace.”

“Fer me bar, ‘course.” Killian scoffed, an amusing tone residing in his voice. “Or I could help yous with wha’ you came in here fer and get you a drink, aye? – Unless of course ye’re interested in a job after all. I’ve got sum diverse spots available.”

“That seems clear in hindsight,” Marcus said with a laugh. “Sorry about the stupid question. I mean, I did come in here for a drink. What sort of spots? I’ve never worked in a bar before. I worked at a bookstore for a few years though.”

“I mean, I know people meet in some really weird ways, but usually trying to save your dad from being kidnapped and then ending up as a kidnapping victim yourself isn’t exactly a meet cute,” he said, with a smirk. “But hey, most Disney moves are a little screwed up somewhere, so. Oh, yeah? What are you getting your master’s in?”

“I definitely can’t say I’ve heard that one before,” Marcus agreed. “If you put too much thought into them, yeah, most of the Disney movies have their weird moments. I guess they didn’t think kids would look too hard at them. I’m studying atmospheric science - I grew up with an astronomer so I absorbed a lot of her interests.”

“Or, he’ll pretend that this never happened and annoy other unsuspecting women. Honestly, as long as he’s away from me, I don’t care.” she said. “A class, how lucky. I had to sneak around my dad just to make sure that he didn’t know about my brother teaching me so, I’m pretty sure he didn’t have any plans for me to be involved in anything ‘physical’.”

“Yeah, that makes sense. I hope he learned a lesson though.” It probably hadn’t happened, but a guy could always hope. “Really? Ours was really big on making sure she could protect herself - me too, but it wasn’t such a big deal for me as for her. Good think your brother was able to teach you, right?”