❝ ...some nights when only the moon is out for light, he feels more like a greek tragedy.
Name: Ibrahim Bağcı
Age: 29
Species: werewolf
Lives in: Mystic grove, Amy Baxter's neighbor
Occupation: firefighter
Affiliation: part of the pack
Family:
Father and 3 brothers who live in Turkey
Powers: Aside from the usual werewolf powers that include heightened senses and strength, Ibrahim has learned to use his smell sense a lot better due to younger years where he needed to be able to track a person. Since coming into Greywood he can get a sense of people’s emotions. When he is rested he can do so without too much effort, gathering whether someone is angry or sad or happy, but when tired he needs to push himself a lot to do so. However, when unintentional the opposite is in effect. When he is tired he finds it harder to block out emotions and when he is rested he can do so easily with an imaginary wall between them
Hobbies: Abe has little hobbies. When he needs to get a pick-me-up he usually goes camping in the middle of nowhere and would stay there for a few days. He likes hunting, but mainly when in wolf form. He likes running and training. He enjoys drinking but this is mostly to hide from emotions. Something that doubtfully anyone knows is that he sits alone at home he sometimes carves things from small blocks of wood with a knife. He's not good and rarely keeps the figures.
Born in Emre, Turkey, Ibrahim was the first son of a young couple. His father was a stonemason at Çeçen Mermer, just 30 minutes away with a bus that took them from around the area every morning at 5am and returned them close to dark. They lived in a home along with the parents of his father and his uncle that had not yet married. Growing up Ibrahim was taught to love the earth as his grandfather was a farmer, retired from stonemacing himself long ago due to injury.
By the age of eleven Ibrahim knew that he wanted to someday leave his hometown and pursue education in the university in İzmir and so he strived for that throughout his school years, studying hard while also following his parent’s lessons at home and preparing for a pilgrimage. During the years there were victories and losses. He did get into the school’s football team for a short while until he had to start staying home more due to his mother falling ill a year after his grandmother had died. As the only child it fell to him to look after her while his grandfather was out and his father worked. His father tried to arrange a marriage a few times but with no success as their family seemed to have a bad reputation in the bigger cities due to an uncle of Ibrahim’s being caught into bad dealings… When he turned seventeen, after his mother had passed for a year and his father had remarried, he was happy to take a bus and go off to find his place in İzmir, finish his school there and build his own family.
This all seemed set in stone, in his head, a pilgrimage plan to Mecca after his graduation and before his university would start, having been accepted in Dokuz Eylül with finance. He worked two jobs to be able to pay for himself, wanting to make his father proud and not needing to ask for money. A janitor at a local store and for a nightclub that was opposite the building in which he rented a small room from an old friend of his uncle’s. At first he was just a promoter, stacks of flyers in his backpack for whenever he had a chance to walk around. Before school started he had already managed to get inside the club as a waiter and help around the back with heavy loads. He quickly bulked up and started growing out of his childish body and face.
His grades fell during the school year and he slowly turned away from the very traditional values that his father had instilled in him as he saw tourists and their behavior. After he had kissed a woman for the first time he did feel guilty about it for a long time and promised himself to not sin. As time went on he was being approached by people he worked with to dabble into different dealings he declined to adamantly at first. But as he started going out more with new friends he made he also realized he needed more money and having quit his second job in order to have time to study he was quickly depleting his income. After he turned eighteen the man he rented from told him he could now find a real place for himself and so due to desperation Ibrahim began taking offers and selling drugs to customers and partygoers. If only he hadn’t made that decision, perhaps his life would have turned different, but only Allah knew that for him.
Soon his grades were so low the prospect of going to university had disappeared. By the time he graduated he had fully converted into a nightly routine, living a life most frowned upon and the only friends he had were drug dealers and addicts, the bouncer at the club he trained with and the bartender who taught him how to drink like a sailor. A year and a half passed in this way when one night he was approached by a man, surrounded by two massive guards, an offer he didn’t even consider refusing. Joining a group of people which were “like minded” seemed the correct thing. Until it turned out that Beyaz Kurtlar (“White Wolves”) was not just a name but a way of life. One under the moon that destroyed your body every full moon and made you roam like a beast outside the city.
At first Ibrahim felt empowered once he was turned, his demeanor changing to one of cockiness and menace, deals happening easier than before, travelling to buy better stock, being hired as a bodyguard and riches slowly filling his wallet. In this company he met Zeynep, a beautiful girl, daughter of a man who hired him for a few weeks. And like a dog in love, he followed her for months, moving his life to Istanbul where she lived and studied. When he wasn’t around her he worked more, easier with the higher population of the city and the higher demand, taking jobs he wouldn’t have before, wanting to buy a place and ask her father to marry her. She seemed to love him back, sharing secrets with him, inviting him to gatherings with her, as a date to an event from her university, though never to places her father was. He realized that but ignored it, falling more and more in love until a year later… when he read in the paper that her wedding to the son of a rich businessman was in two weeks’ time. And like wind, she was gone from his life faster than he could say her name. Or so she thought.
For the past five years he had learned to take what he wanted and that not much could be denied to him. His wolf nature made him even stronger than what his muscles showed him to be, his connections throughout the night world were spreading like a web and despite the rare dabbles with more dubious things than drugs and beatings, Büyük İbo always preceded him. And so he asked Zeynep to meet him and talk, her refusing to leave with him and abandon the engagement, saying that she always had used him for free protection against men and free drugs for her and her friends. Having a pretty face just hadn’t hurt when he had been whispering affectionate words. It had been quite some time since he had been turned and he did have a good control of his emotions at most times… but in that moment he couldn’t contain himself and lashed out, baring his teeth. He remembered her scream and then felt blood on his tongue before letting her go, his animal side happy with the action that would make her his because of what he would pass to her. Little did he know that on the next full moon she would attack him. Little did he know that after it his father would try to get him shot as she would lie that he had tried to take her against her will. He knew nothing at that time and could not predict that he would need to run.
So that is how he found himself on a flight to England, needing to escape as far away as possible. But it wasn’t far enough, as he came to find out just a month later. And so he applied for a visa and in a few months of hiding he had it and flew to America, an ocean separating him from the woman who had broken his heart and her father who wanted to break his skull.
Ibrahim has been in the United States for six years now. He found Greywood two years ago after trying to dabble in the underground of Phoenix unsuccessfully, being saved by a guy who turned out to be a witch and was heading to the city anyway. He got a small house in Mystic Grove and left it as it was at the front, fixing only the insides so that no one would ask questions as to where his money came from. He kept mostly to himself and applied in the fire station, needing to rebuild his life in a better way and try and use his skills for something good for a change. He sometimes leaves the city if he feels as if he is getting too close to someone, afraid his past may come and haunt him.
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"I'm trying not to get to the--more than yelling to be honest," he says, he doesn't know how long he's gonna be able too, but he really doesn't want to blow out like that. His biggest fear is to hurt someone. "Ten years, that's a lot..." he thinks he probably has the hang of it by now, "How long did i take you to, you know, not freak out a little things?" he knows he has a long road ahead of him, but he'd still like to hear another wolf's prespective. "Huh--do you know if there's like a gym around town?" Ave raises an eyebrow, "Not intead of, never instead of just--along with. I could never stop playing."
"Well, that's what some gym movement will do for you, trust me," he said, nodding at the notion that ten years was a long time. For them it would be shorter than what a human would feel, a sad part of the curse or blessing, time travelled slower through them. "Well, I was in a big group back then, had a lot of people to teach me. But it took a few years, for sure." he wasn't sure he'd seen the guy around the pack so for a lone wolf, he was sure that getting your shit together might be even longer. But then again, some were naturals, maybe he'd be lucky. "Sure, there's a bunch... do you have anyone to go with?" he asked with a frown at the next sentence but let it go, each person had their own thing and he wasn't going to meddle into that.
Willow couldn't help but smirk. There was quiet and then there was secretive. When she first moved here she thought most people were the former but the longer she lived here, everyone had a secret. Usually more than one. And the best way to keep a secret was to just not speak. While she couldn't definitively prove that's what was going on, it was usually best to assume there was always something more.
"So you just sick of drinking alone or you have some soft spot for waitresses?" She finally raised the bottle to her lips and took a long pull. Her eyebrow twitched as she tried to contain her curiosity.
He appreciated the silence and her not seeming to take offense in his own. Sometimes he could feel people wanting to probe and to talk more even despite the typically glum aura that he had around himself. So her next question surprised him and he thought it over. "We can go with neither," he said with a very slight smile. "Just felt like it, if I'm honest. And you seem like you needed it," he added after that, taking another sip of his drink as well.
“You do not know me well enough.” She reassured him - perhaps it wouldn’t be called complaining otherwise, but Amy was very prone to displaying judgmental behavior if nothing else. It was a form of complaint so to speak, although she was usually not impacted by the things she complained about. However, Abe was right about one thing - when Amy was truly disadvantaged, she’d usually just focus on fixing the problem rather than waste her time on complaining. “It is. It was.” She corrected herself quickly, not liking to dwell on how much she missed it. “Well, I’ve been to the Saqqara Necropolis, near Cairo, the Matriya Sun Temple in Heliopolis, Pyramid of Khufu, the Al-Hamdiya Necropolis, that’s roughly 2 km south of the village of Khazandaria on the east bank of the Nile, and about 20 km north of Akhmim…” She then caught herself going too much into details and cleared her throat, chuckling at herself. “In any case, Egypt. Been to Egypt a lot.”
She was sure he was just being polite about the siren stuff, Amy herself never having gotten too much into the whole deal even though that was the deal made for her and she now had no way of avoiding or ignoring it. After all, she never truly consented to being turned. “I suppose. I try not to think about how much time I have.” She brushed it off quickly. She was too glad to see him enjoy the meal to have anything spoil that mood. “Really? No girlfriend to cook something up for you every now and then?” Another one of her sneaky questions veiled in a joking tone but was actually fishing for more information about him.
"Well, this was the idea of dinner, no? After all, we've lived next to each other for a year and then some," he said thoughtfully as he took up the fork again. He knew that you never truly knew anyone, even if they were open to share things, he himself would always try to remain a mystery and not share anything at all. So he wasn't surprised at her statement, but was surprised that she did say she would complain, making him think he had a lapse in his judge of character. He did note however the excitement with which she spoke of her past adventures which led him to believe she missed it, but she couldn't go back. The feeling was very familiar. "I do know Egypt is great for its history, so I'm sure there was a lot to explore there," he said instead of asking further in case she didn't want to share.
"I guess that's alright, maybe it seems like too much. We too live a bit longer than normal so it's going to be a strange ride," he added, his own thoughts about his possible double lifespan rarely crossing his mind due to the low number of social circle he had. It wouldn't really affect him as much as someone as friendly as Amy, he was sure. He shook his head and smiled, at her question. "No, none of those I'm afraid. I like my space," he said as he leaned back on the chair and looked at her. He was sure that unlike him she'd had men around her and thought that it was a nice thing, though also nice that he hadn't had a chance to hear any of that with his night shifts. "But I appreciate your hospitality," he added, opening the second beer he'd taken from the kitchen.
Willow smiled and shook her head. Despite what he said, he didn't look very sorry. But he wasn't the first person to ignore service workers and he wouldn't be the last. She debated giving a fake name but settled on not sharing her name at all. He hadn't actually asked for it.
"That doesn't surprise me, most people don't." She leaned back in her seat and picked at the label of her beer. "But I've seen you around town. Greywood isn't that big so you're bound to cross paths with everyone eventually whether born here or not." Her eyes flicked down to his drink and back up still surprised that he would offer a drink to someone he didn't know the name of.
He nodded, thinking that she must be right, he himself never really looked at nametags or got very friendly with anyone and just ate quietly in his corner wherever he is. Knowing the people in the den for example was simply due to the fact that he visited the place too often and hung out with the pack at times there. He nodded as he ignored wanting to prove to see if she was nervous or annoyed right now, deciding to let it go and let her be what she was without knowing, as she seemed to be wanting to keep a straight face. "Yea, that's true, I think I know most people by their face and not their names, so it's something you get used to," he added, not wanting to ask her further as she didn't seem like she wanted to share her name. He was sure that it would come up at some point on its own. He took another sip, noting she hadn't drank yet and wondered again if she was actually allowed to do so while still working.
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She glanced at him again as he stammered and the perfectly sculpted naked body above the blanket and the towel he was covered in and sighed softly. It was so sad and pathetic, really. She sat next to the most gorgeous naked man she had ever known and he was barely noticing her. Friendzone was a cruel place. “No I don’t, unless you say it properly.” She said sternly to hide her inner turmoil. She also had to admit that she was being a little petty with him right then, almost having an urge to punish him for his disinterest. Very mature, Amy. Very mature.
“Sounds more like the start of hypothermia. They say before you freeze, one of the first symptoms is a sudden wave of heat like a fever. And people about to freeze actually start taking their layers of clothes off.” It was a knowledge Amy had picked up along the way, having worked in harsh climates before. One would think that the desert is always scorching hot. Not so much when the sun goes down. At his question though, she shook her head. “No. Sirens are dead, after all. Can’t get sick when you’re dead.” She shrugged, not thinking through the fact how shocking that statement must’ve sounded - to declare that you’re dead yourself. “I mean, there are some sicknesses, so to speak, that impact our overall state. The level of pollution in the water we swim in and consume. And there is always a chance of something magical inflicting us. But common colds, flu and other diseases, even the more serious ones? No, we don’t have to fear those. We pretty much stay as we were at the time of our death. If you were sick when you drowned though? Hmm, I don’t know about that. I never met someone like that to see what happened to them after.” She did, she just didn’t know it.
He let out a long and heavy sigh, thinking it over and wondering if he should just get up and go over to his place so the awkwardness of the situation could dissipate by the time that he was back but that wasn't like him, he was many things but he liked to think that a coward wasn't one of them. He leaned back, his back fully dry by now, raising a hand to his chin as if scratching his beard would help him think. "I just meant that I'm tired. I'm not thinking straight lately and I just wanted to have a nice evening with you, because those are usually quiet in a way that is different from what I have on the other side of the lawn... and I just took your lead and went with it," he said, his voice lower as he usually didn't speak his mind so frankly but in the situation he had created, it was needed. He hoped this was honestly the last time for that, because... well, he had grown too attached to being a nobody and a no one for everyone and having no real closeness with people, so doing this right now, it was too much.
As he hoped the prior topic of discussion was finished he listened to her explain that he may have been freezing, which honestly didn't seem too far off. He rarely felt truly cold, his blood boiling at all times, so not wanting to be in that situation again in case was goo enough for him. As she spoke of herself though, and the fact that she was dead, he found himself maybe more shocked by the fact than he ought to have been. He knew that sirens drowned when they were turned, but he supposed he hadn't ever really considered it as a fact of being at all times. She was warm, she had a beating heart and smelled and seemed like a human at all times he had seen her, but he supposed it sounded logical. Once drowned and dead you couldn't really come back to life and get all the benefits and downfalls of it, he hadn't really just thought on it if he were honest. He left that for another day though, needing to say something.
"That sounds both good and bad. At least you know that here the water is clean so there won't be anything to compromise you," he said and he could have also said that she was stuck at a good time in her life and would always look good, but that would have been shallow and he wasn't that.
Maya nodded. It made sense enough, that the night shift and day shift didn't overlap much. She wasn't sure either if kids would be allowed in the truck. Vaguely, she had memories of being in a firetruck as a child, but couldn't give any other details. She might've even imagined it. As for the last part though, she gave a look of fake offense, putting a hand to her chest. "Are you suggesting I don't already have fans in the firehouse?" Maya asked. She then cracked a crooked smile, making it clear she was joking.
"Right," Avery nods, a puppy, that's what Henry called him and what he told him other wolves would refer to him as, it was kinda weird but he guessed it was a wolf thing, "Mostly yelling," Avery nods, "At least for now," and because he doesn't want to get into what happened back home, "Are--you one of us?" he asks, he could get the scent, mostly he had the wolves scent locked but he was new to this, he was gonna need more pratice. "Extra physical actvity, you mean like exercise? I--" he actually chuckles a little bit, God, this wolf thing was such a wave of emontions, "Sorry, just--most exercise I do is picking up the guitar,I've been using music to try and keep the wolf at bay and it's been sort of helping," he frowns a little, "Do you think--physical activities would be better? I'm--willing to try anything that helps."
"That's fine then, for now," Ibrahim said and then nodded, thinking that he had made it obvious before, but then again he had vague memories of his late teens when he was turned and initiated in the Beyaz Kurtlar. It had been confusing and you were always unsure if your senses were correct or not. "Sure, been one for... ten years I guess," he thought about it for a second. "It gets fine at some point if you don't fight it. But for sure, physical activity helps ire out whatever lives in you now, run more, maybe take up boxing instead of guitar?" he suggested with another nod, though he wouldn't admit he found that hobby interesting. Like most hobbies.
“Bingo.” She confirmed his guess at which sibling would enjoy or not enjoy family chaos, pointing a finger at him playfully. “Your prize? Not hearing me complain about it as the eldest.” It was a relief to hear that Abe was not overly troubled by his home project though. She herself would’ve long gone nuts if she were in his shoes. Borrowing a handsome neighbor’s shower or not, Amy would loathe to have her home in shambles for months. She would not be able to stay there while the work was being done. Abe seemed to be taking it very gracefully though, which was good because he didn’t seem as frustrated about it as she would be.
“Oh, no, they don’t usually. I’ve been working at the university for about maybe three years. Four now, actually. Before that, I was an archeologist working on the digs. So I did a lot of field work abroad.” She explained then smiled delightedly as it seemed like she’d made Ibrahim laugh, however awkwardly. “Impressive! I know sirens who could with a single drop of someone’s blood into the water pinpoint their exact location. I haven’t tried though. But the lifeguard sirens at the Sapphire Sea like to brag.” She shrugged indifferently. Amy had to admit that she was not the most attuned to her supernatural side. “Do you like the dinner?” She asked, wondering if he enjoyed it.
"Honestly? You don't strike me as someone that complains abut much of anything," he said as he observed her mannerism and shook his head. He didn't know her much, if at all, through brief conversations and neighborly hello's, but since the renovation he'd seen a bit more about her and she seemed to have everything in a tight grip so complaining definitely seemed odd.
"Oh? That does sound like an interesting job that involves a lot of travel," he said, hiding the surprise on his face as he chewed, leaning on his elbows, leaving the fork down for now. "Where did you go?" he asked with interest, never having been a history buff outside of his own nationality's but definitely having watched a few documentaries here and there on finds that caught his interest. "And that sounds like an interesting thing to learn, if you do need it... but you do have all the time in the world I suppose," he said at the information and then nodded. "Oh, for sure. I haven't had such a good homecooked meal in... a while," he said, meaning in years. He was already on his second plate so he had to give himself a bit of a break.
“Oh wow, so now it’s my fault?” She glanced at him with a stern look that didn’t really hold any weight, especially not when she said it around a spoon of ice cream in her mouth. It was just that part of the sentence, the ‘I just honestly wanted to see you tonight’ part roping her back in, not letting her draw a line. “Do werewolves catch colds?” She asked as she idly stirred with the spoon the almost completely melted ice cream in the box. She had half the mind to rewind the parts of the movie she’d just missed, see them again even though she’d watched them a hundred times already.
"Kind of... not really, I just... you know what I meant," he said with a sigh around his smile, and the thought over her question for a short time before nodding. "Colds, no, not really... but I've had some nasty fever for a bit after being wet outside in temperatures like this," he said, in his head back to the few times where it had happened while he'd swam in a lake during winter while camping. But realistically, one of the times he was sure it was bad mushrooms he'd found. And the other time he been able to get the fire started for a while. "Never can be too sure," he said, knowing that just saying he didn't want to just walk out wet outside wasn't appealing. "Do sirens get sick?" he asked, wanting to put the subject back to her, looking over as she stirred the bucket of ice cream and not seemingly noticing it.
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Willow had turned to take his order to the kitchen but turned back almost immediately when he offered her a drink as well. Having a beer with the kitchen staff at the end of the night wasn't unusual, but she couldn't recall drinking with a customer. But she was the only one at the front after all. Just one couldn't hurt.
She nodded at him as she walked away to put his order into the kitchen. Since he hadn't given anything specific, she grabbed her favorite beer and popped both bottles open. Setting one in front of him, she took the seat opposite him as she took a sip of her own drink, "It's Abe, right?"
He was not concentrated enough to be able to ignore her surprise but he did manage to let it spill away as if unnoticed, looking at the table and thinking over the past few weeks and the fact that he really needed another trip outside of Greywood to clear his head from weird emotions and thoughts. His truck has long since been fixed so there was that, he could just hop on and drive off.
As the woman sat down and spoke, he tried to remember if he had heard her name to go with the face he had seen around, but couldn't quite put a finger on it. The bad side (or good, depending on who you asked) of being mostly on your own and staying away from the gossip was that you rarely knew who was who and what was happening. "Abe, yea. Afraid I don't know your name though, I'm sorry," he said as he took the beer as well and rose it to his lips with a frown.
Kayla moved to Greywood mainly for Joseph or Roman as they knew him to be here but it seemed like Greywood came with a lot more connections than she initially expected, but that was okay nothing she couldn't handle as long as they were friendly and not going to come to her throat. Hearing her name the femme turned around with a smile, wondering who could possibly know her before his face was identified taking a breath and saying his name on the expel; "Abe" he was definitely not one on her guessing list; "I could say the same for you, how have you been?" wondering what he had been up to since what could have been ended up to be nothing
He had a retort of how he had come here a long time ago and so it wasn't strange for him to be here, but then again, she couldn't have known. They had stopped talking rather suddenly and he had moved out of the city, going to a different place where he thought might be easier to make money at... just to find himself chased out of there by a pack and repeating the process a bunch of times before he was finally introduced to Greywood. He stood above her as she sat down, scratching his beard, a rather big change since they had last seen each other when he had still kept his hair short and mostly had a clean shave. "Oh... well, you know. Living life, trying to do better now," he said slowly, unsure of how to word the fact that he had drastically changed work paths since they had met. "What about you? What's... bringing you here?"
"Yeah, like fire family?" she offered at his confusion. Family dinner was what it was called in the food service world. Perhaps it was called something else in firefighting. Maya couldn't remember what Thad had called it off the top of her head. She nodded when Abe said that he was withe the night shift and therefore didn't know about the dinner campaign. "That's nice, I'm sure there are some kids that would get a kick out of visiting a real firehouse," she replied.
"Ah, I see. Well, hopefully they're doing it. I'm a bad source for that though," he said as he remembered Thad mentioning something like this to him as well when they had went for lunch on one of the rare occasions Ibrahim had been covering a day shift. "And could be, not sure if they'd allow them on the truck tho. You can stop by, leave some of your famous baked things for us. I'm sure you'll get fans for that," he said, meaning it both as a joke and not.
"No shit," he says almost growling at the other, Avery stops, trying to tell himself he can't do this, this guy is not to blame for the fight he was having with someone else, he's here, it seems to help. "I'm sorry," he finally says after a few seconds, taking the time to try to breath and calm down, "This isn't your fault, I shouldn't be--yelling at you," he shakes his head, "But I'm--just all kinds of fucked right now, and it's really Goddamn hard not to lash out at everyone...fuck!"
"That's fine, as long as you're only yelling you're doing a far better job than most pups," Ibrahim said, still frowning though he could feel the emotions settling. But there was still a rage in the background and it was surely a ticking bomb all too familiar to most wolves. "Have you tried taking up some extra physical activity since your first full moon?" he asked, taking in the role of the helper he'd often had in town since working at the fire station. He might be staying away from wolf business but it had kind of become his job to stay in the problems as a whole and try to calm people down. Who would have thought, definitely not him a few years back.
Finishing up work at 8 am was usually a dull thing, he would walk down the street to get a sandwich for dinner and then walk or drive back home, depending on how tired he was. Ibrahim hadn't really had any plan to change this on the still chilly early morning, waiting in line for a sandwich and a fresh orange juice when he sensed a familiar smell he hadn't really in a long while. Turning to the side he saw a petite figure he hadn't really been expecting to see again, or definitely not in Greywood. He wondered for a second if he should speak up or let himself just blend in, but the second seemed like an unlikely option considering there weren't many people in line and he did sometimes stick out like a sore thumb. "Kayla," he said as he took the order that was put in front of him and he moved to the side, where she could stop as well. "Didn't expect to see you here of all places."
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"Sure," she nodded at him and waved for him to follow her. It was probably the first time someone had been considerate enough to ask for a seat where she didn't have to carry the food too far. Though most people took service workers for granted, she did for most of her younger years.
She laid the menu down on a table closest to the kitchen window. "So what brings you in tonight? Looks like most people had somewhere else to be but I guess it is a weekend." She glanced around briefly but smiled back at him. She didn't want to be here if she was being honest. She'd rather be at the club with Bailey or laying in bed reading a book. Anything but toiling away for tips. "What can I get you?"
Walking after the short girl Ibrahim nodded as she turned around. "I can't speak for everyone but I'd guess most of them are getting ready for a club. The weather is finally good so seems like a good idea, I guess," he said though to him clubs have become a place he had no desire to visit with the years. "And me, I'm just here for your top tier burgers. Just the double-veal would be good for me. And a beer, whichever one you grab first, thanks" he said as he sat down and then thought it over. "If you can get away with it you can get one for yourself too, if you want" he said as he could feel that she definitely could use one.
He was shutting down again and Amy could almost see it; in his facial expressions, his gestures, words etc. She smiled softly at herself and her high expectations, shaking her head too. A siren, unable to seduce a single man, getting friend-zoned after her best attempts. Quite laughable. At least she had ice cream. She finally picked up the spoon that stuck from the container and retreated, taking a mouthful in and letting it slowly melt on her tongue before she spoke again. “You know it’s always okay for you to come over and use the shower whenever you want.” She was not the type to chase men. She could playfully tease him but if that was the most he could handle, she would respect his boundaries. She idly wondered what Roman had been doing these days. There was safety in knowing you would not be refused if you asked for attention.
Despite his best attempt her emotions were flooding into his mind and that made everything more complicated in his own head. If he were a better man he would just say something that would explain to her that he wasn't a man she would want to have anything to do with, even their friendship sometimes felt like it was too far and that if anything were to happen he would be the one to blame... but despite trying to change your life you couldn't really change who you were and so he had said nothing in the past months and said nothing now, being selfish when he shouldn't be. "I know, and thank you for that... I just honestly wanted to see you tonight and then you bossed me into the bathroom," he said, trying to make the situation lighter with a joke.
