001 - [livejournal.com profile] smartemployee - Coffee Break

Oct. 21st, 2009 12:21 am
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Elle wasn't even sure why she was here. Or why she had thought of this in the first place.

"He's not going to come..."

After their shopping trip, Elle casually invited Ash to come for coffee. She hadn't gotten an extremely clear answer and now she was feeling partially stood up and partially like an idiot for even trying. Which made her feel weird because it wasn't like she was dating him or anything.

She sighed and pulled out one of her textbooks from her messenger bag. "Might as well get something done."

Date: 2009-10-21 04:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] smartemployee.livejournal.com
It's too soon.

He shouldn't have said yes. Or any semblance of the word "yes" for that matter. (Ash merely nodded and made a hm noise when answering Elle's question.)

It was nice enough to befriend someone. And it was also nice for this someone to help him out.

But he just needed to be alone. The whole "grieving" process thing.

He was going to not show. Really.

But - at the last possible minute - Ashley J. Williams felt a pang of guilt.

Don't be an asshole.

Date: 2009-10-21 05:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] deltanudaughter.livejournal.com
Elle flips past a page or two in her textbook before looking up to see Ash. She's genuinely surprised, but she quietly waves him over as she closes the book.

Date: 2009-10-21 05:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] smartemployee.livejournal.com
He doesn't return the wave. His "hands" are stuffed into the pockets of his new hoodie.

"Hi," he says when he's at the table, standing a bit awkwardly. "Sorry, I just - there was - yeah. Sorry."

Date: 2009-10-21 05:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] deltanudaughter.livejournal.com
"It's fine," she says, putting her textbook back in her bag. "I honestly wasn't sure if you'd be here or not. I'm glad you decided to come though."

She then motions for him to sit across from her, pushing the chair out a little with her foot.

Date: 2009-10-21 05:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] smartemployee.livejournal.com
"It's been a rough couple'a days," he mutters in response. It shows on his face, at least. He hasn't really slept much, and there's a scar or two.

He takes a seat. "Figured why the hell not." Slight smile.

Date: 2009-10-21 05:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] deltanudaughter.livejournal.com
"Well, I wouldn't have been offended if you didn't," she says. "Thank you though."

She taps her fingers against the table for a second before she attempts to flag down the waitress.

Date: 2009-10-21 05:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] smartemployee.livejournal.com
She smells nice.

He decides not to mention this. It'd be in his best interest.

"Still - it ain't right to do that to people," he says, slouching in his chair as he gets comfortable.

Date: 2009-10-21 05:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] deltanudaughter.livejournal.com
Elle smiles a bit to herself. Good manners were always a plus.

"Well, you're right, but still. You don't have to accommodate for some law student you just met. Especially with everything that's just happened to you."

She finally gets the waitress and quickly orders a cappuccino and a muffin. "What about you, Ash?"

Date: 2009-10-21 05:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] smartemployee.livejournal.com
"Uh - nothing fancy," he says, glancing over at the waitress with a shrug of the shoulders. "Just a cup of coffee. Strongest you got." He'll worry about milk and sugar later.

"I'm still trying to sort it all out myself, actually," he says once his attention is back to Elle. And when the waitress has gone away, he brings his right arm up from under the table to rest on top. The spot where his hand used to be looks like it's been duct-taped by a professional. "And trying to figure out what the hell to do about this," he adds, frowning.

Date: 2009-10-21 05:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] deltanudaughter.livejournal.com
Elle tries her best not to look at his arm with a look of curiosity. That would just be rude. "Have you actually seen a doctor about that yet? I mean, I know it would be hard to explain...."

Date: 2009-10-21 05:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] smartemployee.livejournal.com
"Don't have insurance," he replies shortly. "And - yeah. The whole... explaining it thing..." Sigh. "I don't even know."

She can look if she wants. He'll have to get used to nasty/confused looks from other people.

Date: 2009-10-21 05:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] deltanudaughter.livejournal.com
Elle sighs. She's tempted to reach over and touch his arm for comfort, but she decides against it. "I'm sorry, Ash. Wish I could help, but I highly doubt there's a way to sue for damages against zombies."

That was a bad joke. And Elle immediately regrets making it.

Date: 2009-10-21 05:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] smartemployee.livejournal.com
Yeah - he doesn't know how to reply to that.

Instead he just sits there. Frowning.

Date: 2009-10-21 05:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] deltanudaughter.livejournal.com
Hey Ash. Here's Elle's head. Just hit it with a rock. "Sorry. I'll just refrain from making jokes."

The waitress comes by and Elle silently takes her drink.

Date: 2009-10-21 06:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] smartemployee.livejournal.com
"No. It's cool. 'mnot usually this sensitive."

He mutters all of this, really wanting to give her a piece of his mind... Ashley James. Don't be a douche.

And he takes his coffee, hiding his right arm from the waitress almost as an after thought, giving her a nod of thanks.

Busying himself with sugar and half-and-half now, thanks...

Date: 2009-10-21 06:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] deltanudaughter.livejournal.com
Elle feels the tension. Suddenly, that muffin doesn't look too good.

"Maybe this was a mistake," she says, reaching for the wallet in her purse. "I'm sorry for not knowing when to shut my mouth and wasting your time..."

Why is her wallet always so hard to open when she's upset?

Date: 2009-10-21 06:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] smartemployee.livejournal.com
His jaw set, he reaches out to stop her hand with his good one.


Date: 2009-10-21 06:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] deltanudaughter.livejournal.com
Elle calms down a little and sits back down. She's trying not to cry though.

"I'm being such a girl right now, aren't I?"

Date: 2009-10-21 06:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] smartemployee.livejournal.com
"Yeah. You are."

He bites his tongue after the fact. Sometimes he forgets to turn the filter on.

"But I can deal with that."

Date: 2009-10-21 06:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] deltanudaughter.livejournal.com
Elle lets out a small laugh. "Thanks. I guess you can't the sorority out of the blonde sometimes. Or something like that. Whatever..."

She reaches for the muffin and takes a bite out of it. Okay, not too bad, but her stomach is still feeling kind of twisty though.

Date: 2009-10-21 06:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] smartemployee.livejournal.com
Linda used to do that. Get all upset when she thought she said something wrong. That girl could've said whatever she wanted - it wouldn't have made a difference to Ash. He didn't care. He would just hold her close and tell her not to worry.

He gives his coffee a stir, watching the milk turn it a lighter color. Then he takes a sip to test it.

It sucks doing things left-handed.

Date: 2009-10-21 06:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] deltanudaughter.livejournal.com
Elle watches him for a second and puts her muffin down, reaching for her cappuccino. "Were you right handed?"

Date: 2009-10-21 06:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] smartemployee.livejournal.com
"Unfortunately," he replies, setting the coffee mug down. It's gotta look awkward if she commented on it. Great.

He carefully adds a bit more milk.

Date: 2009-10-21 06:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] deltanudaughter.livejournal.com
"You need help with that?" she asks softly, putting her cup down.

Date: 2009-10-21 06:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] smartemployee.livejournal.com
"Nah - I got it." Those would be the best famous last words.

He doesn't knock anything over, though. To his amazement. And he settles in with his coffee.

Date: 2009-10-21 06:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] deltanudaughter.livejournal.com
Elle grins and goes back to her own coffee. "Just thought I'd ask."

She looks at Ash, then back down at the table. "So..."

Awkward silence activate.

Date: 2009-10-21 06:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] smartemployee.livejournal.com
"Yeah, babe?" he replies after a few moments of quiet, eyebrow quirking as he looks over at her.

Conversation, conversation...

Date: 2009-10-21 06:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] deltanudaughter.livejournal.com
"What are you planning on doing now," she asks quite innocently. "Will you go back to school or keep working or...?"

Date: 2009-10-21 06:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] smartemployee.livejournal.com
"Thought about it a bit," he replies, nursing his mug. "Haven't really made a decision. Have to work, though - that's a priority. Regardless."

Date: 2009-10-21 06:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] deltanudaughter.livejournal.com
"I really respect that," she says, reaching over to touch his good hand. "I think you'll be fine with whatever you choose to do though."

Date: 2009-10-21 06:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] smartemployee.livejournal.com
A smile. "Eventually everything'll just.. fall back into place. I guess."

Ash lets out a laugh, shaking his head. "Nothing like this has really... happened to me before. So I don't know what the fuck."

Date: 2009-10-21 07:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] deltanudaughter.livejournal.com
"Well," she says, reaching back down for her cup. "It's not going to be easy starting over, but it's okay to keep a chip on your shoulder. Especially now."

Date: 2009-10-21 07:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] smartemployee.livejournal.com
"If I can stop a Deadite invasion, I can do this." He might sound like he's being funny, but - in all actuality - he's not. Just to clarify.

Date: 2009-10-21 07:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] deltanudaughter.livejournal.com
Elle hears the tone in his voice and knows he's being serious. She doesn't say anything in reply, instead reaching over to squeeze his hand in support.


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