@roseuscuculioā || x
āLooks like this someone of yours is takinā a long ass time. Iāll sit here so ya look less awkward.ā
Jason glances around the outdoor cafe. He walked past earlier when he was going to a bookstore to get some books, and he was there a pretty long ass time. FUN FACT with him, the minimum amount of time heāll spend in a bookstore is ONE HOUR, no less. Unless for some dire circumstance, where heād have to get out of there quickly.
So when he walked past this guy, he felt the disappointment. With nothing but water making rings on the table, he could tell this person was waiting for someone or something. He was in a helpful mood, so maybe he could give them a hand.
Ā Gaara nursed his second iced coffee in the crawling afternoon heat. In the past hour-and-change it had melted to a translucent brown slush, the condensation dripping off the wire mesh of the table onto the concrete below. In that same past hour-and-change he had alternated between following those beads of water sweat down the cup and watching his cell phone battery drain from quarter-power to battery save mode, the glare of its screen mirrored in his red-veined eyes, every muscle in his body tensing with each passing minute.
Ā He gave the man a once-over. Nothing about him implied bumĀ or scam artist, but Gaara had long since learned not to assume. What did catch his interest was the paper bag hanging from his hand and the spines sticking out from the corners of the packaging. On a typical day he would not bother to entertain a stranger's intrusion into what he very much considered his own private affairs. Today, the caffeine had twisted his chest into a twitching bundle of nerves, and any distraction proved adequate.
Ā āFine.ā He did not feel the need to debate the accusation of awkward. Nor did he feel the need to explain his circumstances whatsoever. In fact, it would be easiest if Gaara moved the subject away from himself entirely.
Ā āAre those from the new book store down the road?ā
