𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔦𝔡𝔬

~open starter~

Eloise tapped her pen against her lip. She wasn’t using the pen; she was using her computer to work on her manuscript, but the pen was an anxious habit she had. The coffee shop she was sitting in was buzzing around her, which would usually get her juices flowing. Today, however, juices were not flowing. She couldn’t figure out what got her into this funk she was in. She had deadlines approaching and so far had nothing to deliver. She turned around to the person sitting at the table behind her. “Hi, I’m sorry to interrupt you, but I’m trying to work and I need your help. I’m an author and can’t figure out my next scene. So picture this, you get to make one wish to create your dream romantic partner. What is it?” She bit lightly on the end of the pen, nervously awaiting their reply, while also mentally slapping herself for being so awkward. 

Oliver loved when he ended up working near a coffee shop - all of his breaks ended up spent there, grabbing a quick bite and extra energy for the rest of the day. Usually, people didn’t talk to him and went about their daily routines but for the first time in a while, a stranger spoke up and asked... well, something that he wasn’t expecting. “Dream romantic partner?” he asked, confused. Oliver took a sip of his coffee, enjoying the scalding, bitter liquid as he thought about the question. “Uh...” he wasn’t good at talking about romance, but he was willing to help her, “I dunno. Someone who can handle my shit and can challenge me and tell me when I’m being a dumbass. Someone who cares about me and can handle the fact that I got a kid. Someone who would rather have a chill night in than go out every night. Someone who gets my jokes and can roast me like the best of ‘em.” He shrugged, “- someone who gets me. That’s all I need.” 

“you know, it’s really kind of annoying that these websites are always judging the strength of my password.” she grumbled, putting her phone to sleep and dropping it back into her bag. “like, i get it’s all security and whatnot, but really? why does my password for pinterest have to be stronger than the password for my banking? and the attitude of these forms. ‘your password is weak’. yeah well, so is my memory, honey, let me have this.”

Mason had eventually left the hospital to grab some premie clothes for Hope. She was so tiny and she had maybe two outfits that would fit her and diapers would be huge for her so he had thought it would be a good idea to grab some stuff for both of them . It was also a chance to get food for both of them that wasn’t from the hospital and give the new mom her one on one time. “I feel like I just was here not too long ago and now here I am again,” he smiled as he sat there trying to figure out what he was looking for. “I have no idea what the diffrence is with these diapers. Would you know anything with premie and newbor?”

“Don’t think you want those, dude. Kid’s a preemie, this’ll be huge on them.” Oliver thought back on how he felt when Flynn was born, how lost he was anytime the kid needed anything - hell, he still felt that way. “Look here” he pointed at the label on another package, “this one’s for the little ones.” He wasn’t gonna be much help and he knew it, but the guy looked pretty overwhelmed, so he knew he had to at least try to have a conversation in case the presumably new dad needed a short distraction. “You okay, dude? How’s the kid? Doing good, yeah?” 

( alejandro speitzer, 26, cis man ) i just bumped into [ oliver navarro ] the other day while walking down [ east ] kingsboro, where [ he/him ] live. i hear they can be [ disciplined ] and [ opinionated ], but when i think of them i immediately think about [ empty beer bottles, long nights, scuffed up shoes ]