It’s a pleasure, Caleb. Oh, my full name is Mia Davis, my uncle one day started calling me Mavis when I was helping him wash glasses in the bar. It just stuck.
Oh, I like that! I think I’ll… I’ll let your uncle have that nickname, though - I won’t, uh… I won’t take it from him! Mia’s quite the cool name on it’s own anyways.
Why thank you, I guess? — It’s not easy, but anyway! I’m Mia, or Mavis if you feel like being creative. It’s nice to meet you.
You’re… um, you’re welcome! —— Mavis… that’s - where does that come from? If you… if I can ask that? That’s… I like that, that’s cool! Nice to meet you, too. I - I’m Caleb.
It is fun! It’s a lot of work, obviously, but I love it.
That would seem like… like too much work - for me, I think, at least! So… congrats? I mean, I guess —— for, um… not giving up? Or something like that.
Television executives are quite boring people, they bought my script and hired me, but they are still boring.
Boring… how so? I - I mean, I don’t disagree! Or at least I think I don’t —— I’ve never met one, but… but congrats! For the hiring thing and… and all that.
There comes a time in every nursing students life, where they throw their books out the window and pour themselves a drink. Tonight is that night for me.
Sounds… fun, I guess! The nursing thing, too —— that seems kind of… kind of fun!
Annie wasn’t sure why she was telling someone she had just met all of this. Most likely because she never had anyone else to tell it to and there was something about him that made her feel okay about saying it all. “College.” She answered his question, then added, “I uh, I don’t think I’m going to go to the college here, so after graduation, I’ll probably be out of here for good. It’s just ——- It’s not worth it.” She shrugged at his next comment not sure if she would come back here if she ever did leave. “Well, how’s that for you? One friend down. Now I’ll have you and — well, my grandma.” A smile started to form on her face when she heard free coffee and she gave him a nod. “I like the sound of that. And if you like books —- I don’t think anyone would notice if some went missing every now and then.”
Upon her answer, Caleb nodded - kind of in understanding, and kind of in confusion. He never went to college - hell, he never finished high school! - so he really couldn’t relate in the slightest to any kind of school related problem. However he would try his best to. “Okay… okay, well - someone will - I’m sure someone will miss you!” he assured, another nod of his head. “Plus me, I guess? Yeah - plus me. I’ll miss ya.” Laughing a bit, he shrugged his shoulders. It was a pretty heavy thing to say for just meeting someone but right now he didn’t really care - he’s never quite made a new friend lately so that meant that ultimately he’d miss the ones he has if they actually did leave. “That’s quite the… the social group, huh? Better than mine!” he bit his lip. “I’m not too into - um, into books? Though if I need one, I’ll… you’ll be the first person I’ll call!”
"I will promise not to arrest you, scouts honor." She grinned softly looking over at him. "That’s good to know. So you are pretty much a expert when it comes to making coffee? I’m counting on you to never screw up my order. No pressure though." She muttered teasingly before adding. "I babysit most days whenever I’m free. But that’s not what I want to do forever."
“Thank you,” he laughed softly to himself. “I - I guess so! I mean… no, I wouldn’t call myself an… an expert, but —- I’ve gotten skilled, I think?” he shrugged. “I won’t… I won’t… if I do, then - then you’ll get a free one!” he promised, however he was still quite confident in the fact that he won’t screw up an order - and also in the fact that he may just give her a free one anyway; he just couldn’t resist, really. “What do you want to do… forever? That’s a long time, you know.”
She let out a small laugh at him insiting that parents didn’t have favorite kids. Even though she was an only child, she knew full well that if she did have a sibling, the favorites game would be played and she would not be the favorite child. “Whatever you say, Caleb. But it totally happens.” Still looking down at the cup, she gave him another shrug. “I don’t know. It’s more like none right now, but that’s mostly my fault. I guess I don’t really see the point in it.” She said quietly, a shift in her mood from earlier was clear now. “I mean ——- Not that I don’t want to make friends. Just that in less than a year, there’s a good chance I’ll be headed off to some college in a new state and so will half the people in my class, honestly.” She explained, thinking about stopping, but deciding to add one more thing before moving on. “Plus, I’ve moved around enough to know that making friends when you know you’re going to have to leave them sucks.” Picking up the drink and taking a drink from it, her eyes finally moved back up to him and she gave him a smile. “Oh, yeah ——- Of course I’d love to be your friend. Especially if it means free coffee all the time. ——- I’m only kidding about that! I promise.”
Caleb only shook his head, deciding not to disagree with her anymore; everyone had their opinions, he supposed. Though he couldn’t help but listen attentively to Annie as she spoke, nodding along, and even frowning just a bit. He found it quite sad that she found it pointless to make friends even if she would be moving - in fact, he thought that it was more the reason to make friends! Buddies from all around seemed to be an awesome idea; because, hey - what if you were to come back one day? Then, you wouldn’t be a complete loner for the second time around. Nonetheless, though, he understood her reasoning. “Why… why will you be moving?” he asked, curious. “I mean —— you won’t have to, uh - leave them totally! You could - you could come back… someday, and then - then you’ll have some friends! It’s.. I don’t know, I just —— I don’t think it’s a good idea to be alone.” When she smiled at him, he smiled back, happy that she agreed to be his friend. “O-Okay! You can - well, you can have… have free coffee sometimes! But not all the time!”
"Well, yeah, ——- but no one’s supposed to pick favorites. Like ever." She gave him a shrug and continued, "But everyone does. You know, teacher have favorite classes, parents have favorite kids, people have favorite days of the week. It just happens." Letting her eyes fall to the cup in front of her, Annie ran her fingers along the rim of the cup and gave him a shrug to answer his question. She was joking about it, but she wasn’t sure if she was completely joking about it. "You know how it goes. New girl in town, not a lot of friends, can be loud and annoying most of the time, people tend to try and go the other way when that person goes around. ——- But for the most part I was just kidding." She gave him a small smile. "Wait ——- You give out free coffees often? Damn, there goes part of the special factor!" She said, pretending to be hurt about it, but breaking that with a quiet laugh. "I would probably do that too, honestly. That and attempt to have full out conversations with people in the middle of the day. That’s probably one of the plus sides about working at Pages. People usually have time for talking when they stop in there."
“Fav - favorite kids? Well, I don’t… I don’t think that’s true, um; that’s… no, not true,” he twisted his eyebrows together as he thought for a moment, biting down on his bottom lip - to think that his parents would ever pick a favorite between him and his siblings was absolute nonsense. Of course, there was always some exceptions and Annie could still be right; he just didn’t believe something like that. “You… don’t have a lot of friends? I - I, um, I find that hard to believe! You’re very… nice!” he smiled, before shaking his head and adding: “I could be your friend? Um, uh - if you, hm —— only if you want me to…” Caleb trailed off, his eyes now set on something completely different as he twisted his fingers around - a nervous habit of his, and he was definitely nervous; making friends, let alone asking to be one, was never, ever his strong suit. “Well - not, not too often! More often than I’m.. I’m supposed to! I mean, a few days ago - I, uh, I took someones seat? So, I bought their coffee… gave it to them, sorry; for free, yeah.”
"Many times." She replied before adding, "I love the smell of muffins fresh out of the oven. They are the best when they are hot." She pulled her knees up to her chest, before placing the small flower behind her ear. "Good because I would arrest you for trying to give me a bad supply of muffins." She muttered jokingly before looking over at him. "I figured that was your job. How long have you been working there?"
Caleb nodded in agreement, grinning, and watching her place the flower behind her ear before subconsciously picking at the grass on the ground. “Please, please… don’t - hm, don’t arrest me!” he laughed. Thinking for a moment, he took his bottom lip between his teeth. “About… a, um - about a year, now! Where do you work?”
She chuckled to him a bit and tilted her head to side as she looked at him. “My name is Sawyer.” She looked at him with a smile and nodded. “I don’t need to get traumatized today, so just keep that to yourself.”
“N-Nice to meet you, Sawyer!” Caleb smiled, laughing at himself just a little bit, before nodding in response to keeping his information to himself. “Okay, I can… yeah - okay.”