#graveity

      “i’m sorry, did you say something?” it wasn’t that he was trying to be rude, but after finishing a fifteen hour shift at his family’s restaurant he couldn’t really pay attention to anything. the male was tired and he wasn’t thinking when the woman started talking to him. he didn’t even register that she was speaking to him; he simply just turned off his brain. “i’m sorry, i wasn’t listening. i think i just have sleep on the mind right now. or a beer from the bar --- if you were interested. i have the key, after all.”

Yasir had his hands shoved into his pants pockets as he walked alongside the other. They had decide to go for an evening walk, and it was just another chilly autumn evening. They had for the most part been walking in comfortable silence and Yasir was just enjoying the company. He had a long day at work and simply being outside really helped relax him. “Thanks for tagging along,” Yasir sound, looking over at the other. “I know you’d probably rather be doing something else more exciting, but this is good.” ( @graveity )

“you what?!”

     Ashleigh was by any means an angel. Whenever her soccer team won, she threw it everyone's face. It didn't matter that this happened last season, not one bit. They were back, and better than before. She was sure of it. Over the off season she found three extremely talented girls and had her every faithful in them to take the team all the way. There was nothing more that Ash loved than being a soccer couch. Well, just one thing: She loved to gloat. Entering the soccer field for the first game of the season, she saw a familiar face and immediately became giddy with joy. As her kids began to practice, she couldn't resist approaching the other couch. "Why do you hate seeing my face so much? Is it because my kids won the tournament last season and your kids came in... what what? Second or third? I can never remember because all I see if first place, so." She shrugged off as she folded her arms and looked out to the field. "Got some new faces out there, huh? What'd you do? Lose some players because their parents didn't want them to lose again?" Ash added, continued her relentless teasing. @graveity

“Do you mind if I read you something?” Tali asked quietly, poetry book clasped between her fingers. She’s wanted to tell her for weeks now how she felt, but every option seemed so anti climatic. Or just awkward. So she settled on this.

[text] you were yelling “my girlfriend is fucking hot! i’m gonna totally get laid tonight!”[text] and then proceeded to jump up on the table and show off, i guess. [text] seriously, i cannot take you out anywhere. i think it was me choosing to leave and them forcing me to choose to leave.[text] let’s just hope no one puts a youtube video of it up... and if they do, that my face isn’t in it. 

          It didn’t take more than two seconds at the table to realize someone had been messing with her. It had to be a practical joke, right? There was no way someone this rude had actually asked for her. Not unless the practical joke was less joke and more cruel. “Sor-- I--” she swallowed hard, somehow assuming this woman would be one to tell her not to apologize. ‘It showed weakness.’ But apologies were her main form of communication at work. “Would you like me to get you anything to drink as you look over our menu?” she asked, hands going for the order-pad stuffed in her apron. “We have a wide array of red and white wines, as well as carrying Pepsi products.” She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, already scribbling on the pad with her pencil. “Might I also suggest the spinach and artichoke dip as a starter? It comes with fresh bread and it’s quite good.”