sawyerirwin:

Sawyer chuckled a bit to him as she just shook her head a bit and looked at him as he did her order, nodding a bit to him. “Hey, it’s totally fine. And there’s nothing wrong with talking, it’s nice that at least someone does that still.” She  smiled and looked at him with a small nod in understatement. “Well, that can be interesting too, kinda.”

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Caleb let out a small breath - almost of relief - as she insisted that it was fine, nodding a bit with the smallest of smiles. “O-Okay, good! I guess so… I - uh, I mean —— people, they… they don’t really talk face-to-face anymore, do they?” he shrugged. “Yeah… yeah, I - well, you know, more often than not it’s kind of weird, but there’s the, um… the odd occasion.”

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marlenbeckett:

"I will make sure to do that." She nodded her head placing her hands to the side of her. "Saturdays are the worst day to work on. I think everyone should have Saturdays off." She shrugs her shoulders before laughing gently. "I’m actually surprise that you haven’t gotten sick of the smell yet." She nodded her head before adding. "Especially since you been working there awhile." She commented before listening to him. She gave him a soft smile before running her fingers through her hair. "I believe me and you will get along just fine then."

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“Yeah… yeah, I agree - Saturdays are, um, like —— meant to be free days, you know?” Caleb chuckled lightly, before nodding slightly in agreement. If he ever had to work on a Saturday he was sure he would just not show up; then again, though, he most likely would - it was never like him to just skip work. “I - I’m, well… surprised myself, actually; and kind of… of proud, in a weird way,” he shrugged. Laughing a bit, he smiled over at her. “G-Good! I’d hate to not, uh… like, not get along with anyone.”

annieharrisrp:

"Yeah, you got that right. It’s great, actually. Well, compared to the past few days. Don’t die? I don’t think you’re going to have to worry about that happening any time soon,  I think I’m in the clear for now."

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“Okay, good! I don’t need you dying. And as… well, as long as you’re better than, uh —— than before? I’m sure you’ll be… be perfectly okay - like… like no trace of sickness, or… whatever; something like that - um… soon!”

annieharrisrp:

"Uh, yeah. I mean, I guess so. Better than before at least. — That counts, right?"

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“Better than before is good! Real, um — really good! Don’t die, alright? Please?”

annieharrisrp:

"I wish I could say no and change how the week was spent, but ——- yeah, this was one of the worst weeks of my life."

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“You’re, um - you’re fine now, right? You’re okay?”

annieharrisrp:

"Huh? Oh uh——- No, this is the first time I’ve left the house since Sunday. Actually ——- this is basically the first time I’ve left my bed since Sunday."

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“Geez, Ann. You… you weren’t sick, were you? Sunday was almost, like - uh - like a whole week ago!”

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carter-may:

As the man spoke Carter began to sense he was slightly uncomfortable and embarrassed. She tried to smile and give reassuring facial expressions as he babbled on about giving Annie a note and not going out of the way. Carter waited for him to finish and then tried to carefully word her response. She did not feel as though she necessarily succeeded because she was exhausted from school and counting down the seconds until her shift was done. “Honestly, it is no problem for me. I am not doing anything so scribbling down your name and number for Annie would only interrupt my boredom. What was your name again? I don’t think you told me, I am Carter by the way. If you want to look around for a little bit I can show you the different genres of books. I don’t really have anything to do”. After finishing speaking Carter realized that may have come out slightly rude, but she honestly did not want to spend her remaining energy on walking around some strangers feelings. 

Caleb listened to her attentively, nodding his head every so often even though the eye contact was nonexistent. He hated how he just babbled on and he hated how he wasn’t clear with his words, because he could sense that this woman didn’t really have the time of day; or, maybe she did, but she just didn’t show it. Maybe she wanted to be elsewhere though he really couldn’t blame her. Right now, at this very moment, he didn’t want to be here either. “I’m Caleb - my name… my name’s Caleb,” he informed her, only stuffing his hands even further into his pockets, “And you don’t… no, you don’t have to write m-my number! Uh… um, she has that already, so…” Finally looking up at the girl again, who he now can identify as Carter, he thought for a moment, before nodding, a small shrug to his shoulders. “O-Okay, I guess… I’m —— sure, we can do that.”

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carter-may:

As the young man entered the store Carter took a few seconds to analyze his appearance. By his facial expression he wasn’t looking for books like most of the other people who came into the store. People who were looking for books either were very confident in what they were looking for so they walked in and went straight to a certain self or to ask for assistance. Then there were the people who were here to browse. Those people came in calm, ready to take a small amount of time out of their day to find that perfect book they were looking for. This man looked worried and out of place. As he spoke Carter’s assumptions were assured. She smiled to try and make the customer feel comfortable, ” No, this is the right place. She actually isn’t working today. Its her day off. I can leave a note for her saying you stopped by. Was she helping you with a particular order or were you just looking for her for personal reasons?”

Hearing that it was Annie’s day off made Caleb’s stomach turn; partly because now he had no idea what his next move would be, and partly because he was assured she wasn’t here —— if this woman wasn’t at the front desk, he was sure he would be looking for her for hours until his brain came to the conclusion that she just wasn’t around. “Oh,” he paused, taking a moment to take a deep breath and twiddling with his fingers. “Okay… I’m, uh; I’m sorry, for… for, you know, bothering you and - and wasting your time and all,” he stammered out, before adding, “You can - well, if you wouldn’t mind, you could leave a note - or just… just tell her when she comes in? If you see her! Don’t… don’t go out of your way, okay? … I come here to see her after work, and… yeah.” Sighing, he realized he was talking just a bit too much before his eyes moved from the girl to his shoes. 

litaforsyth:

"Alright. That’s it. I give up on boy kind. They’re idiots."

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“I’m - I, well —— I’m sorry, I guess?”

marlenbeckett:

"Nothing wrong with being modest I suppose." She said gently moving a piece of hair out her face. She giggles softly to herself at noticing somewhat of a stutter. But she decided not to comment on it. "I promise I will stop by in the morning then. And probably again in the morning. " She smiled at him before adding. ‘What can I say? I’m addicted to it." She looks over at him nodding her head. "I actually wouldn’t find it boring, maybe its because i love the smell of coffee." She shrugs her shoulders before continuing, "It’s good to know you love working their. I rather not have a grumpy worker taking care of my coffee order.’ She tilts her head to the side looking at him. "Really? You are not going to make a comment on how police work is a guy job? I would warn you though. I heard it many times before."

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Caleb just nodded in agreement, his hands only pulling his knees closer towards his chest. “Hey, stop in… whenever you, um - whenever you want! I’m… I work most days - besides, like, Saturdays. I don’t think I work Saturdays,” he shrugged with a small grin, before adding, “Some - well, uh - most… most of my coworkers don’t like the smell of coffee! Anymore, I mean; they used to. But… you smell it so much, I guess, you start to not like it anymore —— again, not me… I - I’m not tired of it yet.” Listening to her, he furrowed his eyebrows and quickly shook his head. “N-No! I don’t… I think anyone can do it! That’s, uh - you know, too stereotypical.”

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Bookstore: Carter & Caleb

carter-may:

Carter had had a long day at school and then had to drag herself to work at the bookstore that afternoon. She arrived and sat down behind the register as she sipped her third cup of coffee for the day. The store was empty accept for an old man in the religious isle. His name was Hank and he came in every week looking for new books to read to his grandchildren. Carter never understood why he only wanted to read them religious books but she never questioned it. She did not need to go offer her assistance because Hank would just tell her she was browsing and an hour later walk out the door with one book. So she grabbed the book she was reading for her american literature class until she heard the bell over the door ring. She looked up to see a customer that had been in a couple times but she had never talked to yet. “Hi! May I help you?” 

Caleb was never one to really go into the bookstore voluntarily - hell, he was never one to even read, rather! The only things he reads are the new menu items at the coffee shop and he couldn’t exactly remember the last time he’s picked up a book —— which, would make it awkward that he was coming here now. However, today - or any day upcoming - he wasn’t browsing for books; instead, he was looking for Annie. A girl he’s met at the coffee shop not too long ago and found himself enjoying the presence of. Finding out she worked here was interesting, to say the least, or at least for him - which basically meant that he would have to get used to the smell of old paperbacks more often just as she would have to enjoy the smell of fresh coffee beans. Walking in that particular day, his hoodie tied around his waist, noticing that Annie wasn’t behind the counter almost made him turn on his heel. Though before he could even think about doing that another kind young lady already spoke a greeting. So, he smiled —- awkwardly, at that, but it was still a smile nonetheless. “H-Hi, um - do you… do you know where Annie is? She works… I think she works here? I - I don’t have the wrong place, do I?”

sawyerirwin:

Saweyr just smiled to him and ran fingers through her hair. “That latte of mine?” She reminded him and chuckled. “You hear a lot things here, am I right?”

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“Right! I, um - I’m sorry!” Caleb shook his head at himself and quickly ran off to make the latte she requested - in fact, he was still shaking his head when he returned to her; completely dumbfounded by the fact that he could have forgotten. “Sorry, again, I - I talk too much, I guess,” he shrugged, before nodding. “Yeah… a lot of things, um, I don’t necessarily need to hear.”