snapshots || flashback
Elijah had just finished his shift at the cafe when he decided decided to browse the stacks for a while. It had been fairly fortuitous that he’d managed to get a job at the coffee shop inside the New York Public Library’s Stephen A. Schwarzman Building, and it was the kind of benefit he rarely let go to waste.
Technically speaking, he really should have returned home; he had a term paper to write and he’d left all his materials laid out neatly across his desk in his dorm room. And if he didn’t get home before his drunken frat-boy roommate, Carl, it was likely to all go to shit like a tornado had blown through entirely unchecked.
But, he couldn’t go home quite yet. Because: she was here. Issy. That was the name she always gave wth her order. From the moment he saw her, he was pretty much hooked. He’d find himself staying late, picking up extra shifts, just for the chance to get a glimpse of her. She was... gorgeous. And though he’d never gotten up the nerve to talk to her - not beyond stumbling over her order at the cafe - he could just tell that she was smart. And kind. And boy, was he screwed...
He was hoping he might maybe come across her, work up the nerve to finally say something - hopefully intelligent; probably not... He was so distracted looking off, trying to come up with the right thing to say should he say it, that he wasn’t even paying attention as he turned a corner, crashing right into... her.
“Oh, crap! Sorry! I, uh.... hi...”
@issy-canham
