[OTA] I will eviscerate you in fiction

[dreamsofwords]

It's a foggy, rainy, less than pleasant sort of day to be sitting at an outdoor cafe with a laptop, but that's where you can find Alasdair DeWitt today, tapping away. The assumption from nearly everyone is that he's writing his latest magnum opus; perhaps a story of love and life and coming of age in Barcelona (everyone uses Paris and New York)

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Mmmm A Kight's Tale quote

[heartshy]

Jinx didn't usually work as a waitress in the coffee shop, but she was on loan for the day - one of the few things she manages well, waitressing.

It was something about being discreet and quiet, she managed to slip in and out without bothering anyone. Didn't make much of an impression, so the tips weren't usually all that good. But... A Three's gotta do what a Three's gotta do.

She sets a hot beverage just to the side of his elbow with only a quest clink, and then makes sure to be where he can see here while she waits for him to tell her if he needs anything else.

Have the brightest of bright smiles.

It had to be done. XD

[dreamsofwords]

It takes a second. Someone's dying, you see, and it takes concentration, but once Keegan Pope had bit it, he looked up with a soft smile. Jinx reminded him of some of the really shy girls he taught.

"Working in Town today, Jinxy?" he said lightly as he shut the laptop and picked up his coffee. "Cooper must be missing your sunshiney face."

[heartshy]

Jinx doesn't mind waiting, and she just rocks back on her heels, eyes turned to the sky while she does.

When he spoke, she giggled at him quietly, blushing in pleasure. She wasn't that much help, she was sure there were plenty of other Cards who did whatever needed to be done that much better.

" Cinnamon buns are fresh?" Does he want one? Waitressing always took a little bit of talking, and she's been practicing recently, trying to get volume up a little bit (less repeating) and stuttering down (less embarrassing).

It was debatable how much the practice had been helping, though.

[dreamsofwords]

The cafe is, at least, quiet, and her whisper isn't quite lost to the wind, considering how close she's standing.

"Ooh." Alasdair grins as he presses a hand to his heart. "You just know the way straight to my heart. I'll have one. And I should probably consider actually getting lunch, or Mama will be giving me the Look when I get back to the Castle tonight and she hears about it."

[heartshy]

She laughs outright at that, covering her face against the sound.

"What would you like?" She giggles it between her fingers, eyes sparking at him from the cracks.

[dreamsofwords]

She's doing so well lately, with the talking, and it makes Alasdair smile back at her, leaning his elbow on the table. "Oh, let's see...it's a little cold, so maybe soup? What kind do you have today?"

He'd seen the menu board, of course, but that was a few hours ago - and he'd long been of the opinion that the only way Jinx would overcome her shyness is if she was gently prodded to.

[heartshy]

Her mouth pops open, and then shut again. She sees what you do there, you tricksy writer you.

She gives him a Look, which quickly gets transferred up into the sky while she tries to remember the list and avoid looking at him.

"...Chicken and lemon... Uhm... Minestrone... And... Broccoli and cheese." She thinks. She's pretty sure. "In a bread bowl?"

[dreamsofwords]

What. What do you mean, Jinx, he's as innocent as the driven snow, not an ulterior motive in sight. Ask his sisters. Or, you know, don't.

"Mm, broccoli cheese, I think. In a bread bowl, with the grilled chicken and pear salad?" Baby steps, he thinks. Jinx would always be shy, but maybe if she practiced, she wouldn't be paralyzed.

[heartshy]

She jots it down on her notepad and grins at him. A nod toward the kitchen, and she's moving off.

She'll be back in a minute, her waving hand is supposed to indicate.

[dreamsofwords]

He gives her a cheery wave and opens his laptop again. Maybe, he thinks, he should write a mystery taking place in a cafe. Or a play taking place in a cafe. Something not unlike Amelie...

And then Master Henry would refuse to put it on, but some things you had to keep trying.

[heartshy]

She returns fairly quickly, carrying his salad and the cinnamon buns. Setting them on the table with the practiced ease of a long-time server.

Jinx had no aspirations of betting higher in the Hearts, but she didn't want to disgrace them in the few things she could do - art and serving.

She does bush her hand across his shoulders as she goes away again - to let him know that she'd left his food while he worked, dubious about actually interrupting him.