#isaiah dash

Zack needed sleep, likely. He felt like that often -- a throwback to when he had first begun their business back home. No. Back in Kansas. This was home, now. Running a business and a helping to run a Church took a lot of time, playing catch up even more so. It was dark when he finally emerged from the back office in the Church. Under his arm was a good heft of porfolios. The numbers from Smooth Movies, a host of dossiers about the Church, research on the Horsemen and then, of course, an omnipresent book on exorcisms. (He just knew there was something there. He just knew it.)

When he moved through the main body of the Church, he realized that he wasn’t alone. “Oh,” he greeted with a smile. “Hello. I thought I was the only one still here.”

february 10.early afternoon closed. @countingbluecars

Kezia wasn’t entirely sure how she felt when it came to Isaiah. He was interesting and funny and she didn’t have to talk too much around him. But she had yet to get completely comfortable in his presence. The tentative dance of who are you, who am i with you was still very much in its first steps between them. Friends had always been a tenuous skill at best with Kezia but she making an active effort to try more. Leilani was pushing her to go out more, be with people her age.

So, after spending nearly two hours attacking the bag, Kezia grabbed a shower and texted Isaiah to see if he wanted to get a coffee with her. Los Angeles was wearing a slight drizzle so she couldn’t loaf on the waves comfortably or aimlessly board. Coffee was the next best thing.

She entered the shop and immediately shook the rain from her short crop of hair. Isaiah was at the table in the far corner and Kezia slung herself into the opposite chair with a slouching nature. “Hey, dude. Thanks for coming out in the yuck.” Her board clattered to the floor, followed by her ever-present bag. “Did you order already?”