#larcherisa

@cherisawarren:

Where are you now and what fun are you looking to get up to for this day off?

I’m currently still in New York City. Although, I’ll need to be in Hartford at some point tomorrow. Where are you? Also, I have nothing particular. It can be as simple as getting something to eat, going for a walk in some fabulous park, going shopping, really anything. I just really want to do something with someone and not by myself.

It’s uncanny how much I relate to this post. As someone whom has stupidly once been involved with not a coworker but my boss, every day since has been nothing but a pain. Pleasantly average? I can’t tell if that is meant as good or bad.

@cherisawarren

Did you stay at your job after the break up? I cant imagine the complications if it had been a boss.

@cherisawarren:

    You pay for the coffee and I’ll pay for the muffins? I was actually heading to New York later and it would be nice and refreshing to have a coffee with you. I’m Cherisa, you can call me Cherry if you like, welcome aboard. What year are you in your medical studies?

That sounds like the most perfect deal I’ve made today. Nice to meet you, Cherry, and thank you for the welcome! I’m in my second year of med school, almost done with it now, only because I finished my undergraduate in three years instead of four. Still, I have a long way to go. What do you do?

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Is the barista life something you’ve been wanting to do or simply an opportunity that you’ve taken? If you get free drinks on shift I can imagine that might become rather addictive. So where can one find Southern Cross Cafe?

An opportunity! I’ve never really tried anything like it before so I thought why not? It’ll be something I can add to my skills, so why not go for it? I never thought about that, though! There’s this insane chocolate drink that I’m already in love with, so that’s future me problem.

@cherisawarren:

With that question and my career I would say no. However, I do understand and agree with what you’re saying here. The importance of keeping a strong foundation is something I think will always remain. I’m glad to see that you’re one that hasn’t forgotten.

What sort of career do you have? I think people always consider the basics beneath them when they learn more advanced aspects of their respective careers, but I just don’t think that’s true. I never forget. It’s still fascinating to me that I can do everything I’m able to do now. I can still remember when I was first learning, and it felt somewhat foreign. I’ve come such a long way since then.

@cherisawarren:

The day had been going well and Cherisa was looking forward to the couple of days she took for herself to escape her employment, her boss, and have a little her time to unwind and explore. She was distracted and looking at notes she’d scrawled on her notebook, directing her where to go by way of prior research, when her foot found a patch of ice and her footing slipped out from underneath her. “Ow, fuck —-” Cherisa groaned when sitting up after ass found pavement in hard contact. The assistant sucked in a few deep breaths to will away the pain that radiated from the crash and burn and murmured to herself, “I hope no one saw that.” Of course the universe would send someone rushing outside to her aide in that moment. “Okay, so someone did see that. Ow —-”

Jack couldn’t help but laugh when he saw who it was. “What are the chances of this?” One of his hands took hers and the other slipped around her waist as he pulled her up, only after making sure his own footing was firmly in place. “I was just getting my room. Come in, let’s make sure you’re all right.”

Swing Me Your Bones - Cherisa & Matthias; December 2018

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Turning on the lights to the rooms his guest might wander through, Matthias made a quick call downstairs to let his guard know that a guest would be coming. Most of his homes it was just him, all by himself, but Chicago continued to have a rough history of crime and he’d kept security at the fenced home after his wealth became neighborhood common knowledge. The point was to protect his daughter, not one for the sentimentality of “stuff” because he had several “homes” around the world for his job. As he looked around he couldn’t particularly point out one thing or another he’d be devastated to loose in a fire, even though every piece of art and furniture had been carefully chosen by himself or with his daughter. It was a home, his personality evident here and there, but he wasn’t particularly fussed over the things so much as the company and memories he’d have there.

In this instance, his daughter was long asleep back in Nottingham at her posh room at his parent’s mansion. She was on break from school and loving every bustling day under the doting affection of his mum. His days were filled with fundraiser planning and prep for the biggest event his company held each year. Coming to Chicago to check on his fledgling hospital and get a break from the big party just days away in New York City. Normally, this was his favorite time of year, but he’d found himself feeling surprisingly lonely this Christmas, and he’d long since stepped away from his staunchly Catholic belief that sex was for marriage. He’d been married, saved himself for that, and in this new chapter of his life, he personally couldn’t cash in on the belief that a person could be ‘born again’ ... nor did he want to.

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Having no musical talent herself, Cherisa was always mesmerized by those with the ability. She was drawn to the music played out on the strings of the violin and found her feet carrying her in the direction of where the woman was playing for a closer listen. A smile edged on her lips when the song was finished and the brunette addressed her. “That was beautiful. I’m afraid I don’t know what to request, hmm, unless you know any Bach?”

“Thank you so much.” Petrina smiled at the kind words of the beautiful stranger in front of her. “I know many of Bach’s pieces. If I had to pick a favorite, I would choose Chaconne. Do you know it?” Petrina thought of the words to describe the emotion of the piece. Words were something she’d always struggled with. “It’s as if two enemies become lovers chase each other and collide, fade away, call each other, and collide again. There’s a dance to it a dance and still distance.” She pursed her lips, feeling as though she just hadn’t done the description justice. Instead she lifted her violin to her chin. “I’ll just show you.”