Location: Coffee Cafe, C street
Time: Midday
Characters: Lana Lang, Wesley Wyndam-Pryce, Kyle XY
Public, Private, or Semi-Private: Public
Incomplete or Complete: Incomplete
Rating: PG
Summary: It's Lana's first day of work and therefore, chaos ensues.
Lana bit her lip, tapping her fingers anxiously against the coffee maker she was working with. It was
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He hadn't been completely honest when he'd said that he was house hunting. That had been the original intent, but shooting ranges and beach parties came up and had a tendency to distract. Yeah, that was his excuse. But he was putting his nose to the grind today. He was tired of living in the hotel. Plus, it was putting a nice dent in his pocketbook.
But first...coffee.
He made his way to the local coffee shop, standing in line, giving his order, paying, then waiting, just like everyone else. Unfortunately, as he was standing and waiting for his coffee, someone suddenly hit him, spilling ( ... )
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Lana bit her lip - no, more like chewed on it - as she set the tray down and hurridly found a napkin, handing it to the man she had spilled coffee over. She finally had the courage to look up into his eyes. "I... I'm terribly sorry." She smiled warmly, since he didn't seem to be too angry. "Would you like some coffee?" she asked somewhat nervously. "It's on the house." More like I'll be paying for it, but it's the least I can do. She handed him another napkin then went behind the counter to make the coffee that had been spilled over his shirt to give to another customer.
"What would you like?" she asked as she finished making the coffee. Lana carefully walked around him and other customers then handed the drink to a disgruntled looking customer.
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Wesley accepted the napkins from the girl, attempting to save his saturated shirt. Sadly, he was sure that it was going to be headed for the bin before too long. Luckily, it was just a plain shirt, so it wasn't going to be something he was going to miss. Most of the problem was trying to get the scalding liquid away from his shirt. But, the stuff was quickly cooling, so now it was only a slight burning sensation.
He looked up when the girl apologized again, then offered him a coffee on the house. He didn't really need the coffee, but she had an almost pleading expression on her face. To refuse would be acting petty and pissed off, at least to her. So instead, Wes just nodded and moved a little closer to the counter, idly wiping at his shirt front.
"Just a plain coffee, if you wouldn't mind. Can't abide all of that fancy stuff," he said, giving her a grin.
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"No fancy stuff?" she asked, grinning back at him. "But that's half fun." By the grin on her face, it was obvious it was a joke. She quickly finished his order and handed him the cup very carefully over the counter, although it probably didn't matter too much. It looked as if his shirt was ruined.
She looked at his destroyed shirt for a moment, then gave him another apologetic glance. "Do you think... Maybe dry-cleaning would get it out?"
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~Cat
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~Cat
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Eventually, there was a small lull when no one was coming in, she noticed someone's eyes on her. Glancing up, Lana saw a boy, close to her age, looking somewhat lost. That's not all that struck her about his appearance; it seemed as if he had vomit on his shirt, along with practically destroyed jeans. Odd, two people with destroyed clothing in the same cafe on her first day.
"Hi," she said, walking over to him. "Would you like something?" She smiled gently at him; her eyes showing real concern.
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Lana walked off quickly and poured his coffee and brought the cup back to him, all in less than a couple minutes. "Here," she said, sitting across from him and handing him the cup. "Be careful, it's hot."
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"New Jersey!"
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"So, where are we going again?" He then asked of her, two or three minutes later after more silent walking. Kyle was the silent type, though he could be talkative and fun if needed, it just didn't seem the time.
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"We're going back to my apartment on Candlestick Maker Street," she told him, as they turned onto Meadowwood Avenue. "It's a street that branches off of this one - Meadowwood Avenue. Candlestick Maker is in an area called the residential area. There are other streets there too. Baker, Butcher, and Rub-a-Dub. Candlestick Maker is closest one to us right now. Now, beyond the residential area is the Aternaville Hills are located. They're for the richer people living here."
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