Will Huron

Olivia looked at the man and laughed softly. “Are fidget spinners still a thing?” Her nose crinkled softly as she thought about it for a moment. “You know, I wouldn’t really mind a bite to eat.”

He opened his mouth to insist on more before stopping to realize that she’d agreed on food. “Oh. Good. Good. Yeah, you know, I really don’t know if fidget spinners are still a thing but I hope to God they’re not. I hate those things.” He muttered with strange amount of bitterness for the topic. “Anyway, great. What’re you craving? Actually,” he paused to think for a moment,”I know a place.”

COCKING A BROW, he noted the other’s familiarity with the woman. clearly, this wasn’t will’s first time at the rodeo.  ❝ you can say that. ❞ the stock broker had been trying to reach a greater market for years now and he finally had a meeting overseas. conor knew he had nothing to worry about. he could talk his way into anything.

   CALLING TO THE bartender, conor waved her over. ❝ pour this gentleman a glass. he just piloted a ten hour    flight. ❞

connections: bartender / friend / anyone next to him

❝ this shit tastes just like $250 wine.    how could it possibly be twice the    price? ❞

Ella handed him the cup of coffee quickly before telling Lady to sit and trying to brush off some of the drink that was now starting to burn her. “Do you happen to have a tissue or something? That might make this a little bit easier. Really, don’t worry about it I wasn’t fully watching either.”

He caught himself watching the girl brush off some of the drink, realizing he was standing idly, unintentionally staring at what could be considered too close to her chest and, worst of all, being completely unhelpful. “Oh! Um,” he jumped to action and dug around his jean pant pockets. Finding the napkin to the coke icee he’d had while unpacking earlier that day, he offered it to the girl. “This is all I’ve got on me... do you live around here?” He asked before quickly adding, “I only ask cause you might need a change of shirt...” The corner of his mouth turned down, cringing as the stain was setting into the poor girl’s white top.

MAKING A BIT of a show as he patted himself, he flashed the curly haired man a thumbs up. ❝ all in one piece. just how i like it. that was the most tragic part about lennie. he didn’t think he was bit or strong at all. he though of himself as small so he saw himself as small. he never meant any harm. really worth a read if you ever have free time on your hands. ❞

HIS ETERNAL GRIN broke back onto his features as the other man showed no signs of harm. a chuckle bubbled to the surface. ❝ yeah, lennie. lennie from of mice and men. giant with a heart of gold that always manages to harm things he just wanted to care for. didn’t know his own strength. ❞

The life of a student had been getting to Ella and as a result she had found herself needing air which had led to walking her dog and going out for coffee. Though the redhead had to admit that she hadn’t expected someone to run into her on her way back in, knocking her coffee all over her white shirt. “Oh god. No, no, it’s fine. You’re excused.”

FEELING A BRIEF pressure against his chest, lucas shook his head. ❝ it’s no problem at all, man. you okay? i didn’t lennie ya, did i? ❞