Who: Thera, Moon and Remy When: Tuesday, December 7th, lunchtime. Where: Deus Ex Machina What: Moon wants to ask Remy something, goes to find her at work, but finds something he didn't expect.
When Moon had first approached the counter, the woman behind it had neglected to even greet him. But as the question rolled off his tongue, he saw a shift in the beauty before him.
Head lifted, followed by eyes (pulling away from a fashion magazine) and hips shifted on the stool so that her new posture could be held.
Moon felt oddly scrutinized in a way he'd never been by a stranger before. The woman- 'Thera' by the looks of her nametag- set the magazine on the counter before her, closed it, and smiled brilliantly.
It really didn't seem like Remy was here. Moon looked at the woman behind the counter.
"I was wondering if Remy was still here. I'd like to talk to her." he said, wondering who this woman was. She was very beautiful, he couldn't deny that.
"I may know a thing or two of her whereabouts." Thera neatly folded her hand under her chin and placed her elbow on the counter top. "What business do you have with my dear?"
"Oh, I don't know," Thera daintily placed fingertips to lips. "A woman's business is her own. Though, I will say that you won't be able to find her later by any conventional means. She has special plans." Hand lowered, and eyes flickered up and down Moon's body once. "Are you her boy, then?"
"Her.... Boy?" Was that another word for boyfriend? "... Well.... I'm her boyfriend, if that's what you mean..." he said, feeling a light blush creep up his cheeks.
"Now isn't that absolutely darling." Fingers interlaced, and Moon somehow felt like he'd said the wrong thing. Thera's eyes flickered over his hair, his eyes, his hands, the condition of his clothing, his posture, his inner soul, all the evil sins of his past and that one time he peed in the pool when he was in kindergarten. The woman didn't need a shotgun. She WAS a shotgun. "I look forward to seeing you two at my Christmas celebration, then. Do you have matching outfits picked out yet? 'Two of a kind is simply sublime,' as they say."
"Not going?" She was bolt upright. Simply aghast. "Do my ears deceive me? If you don't attend with Remy, then who will she go with? You can't tell me that you have other plans. My poor, poor dear. I will have to find her a date for the celebration." And here, Thera got out a little notepad and added the word 'Remy' to a short list of names that had already accumulated.
"Like I said, Moon, a woman's business is her own." Thera set down the pen. "Of course, if you're going to invite her to the celebration, I could make a romantic exception."
"To my parents. Now, please tell me where she is." he said. It did occur to him that he could've just called, but he wanted to ask her in person. In his mind that felt better than just sending an e-mail or a text.
"....We're not going." Moon said, his eyes narrowing now. He really didn't get why this woman was making it so hard. If she didn't know where Remy was, he'd just leave.
"If you don't wanna tell me where she is, I'll just go and come back later."
Head lifted, followed by eyes (pulling away from a fashion magazine) and hips shifted on the stool so that her new posture could be held.
Moon felt oddly scrutinized in a way he'd never been by a stranger before. The woman- 'Thera' by the looks of her nametag- set the magazine on the counter before her, closed it, and smiled brilliantly.
"May I help you?"
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"I was wondering if Remy was still here. I'd like to talk to her." he said, wondering who this woman was. She was very beautiful, he couldn't deny that.
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"... Well.... I'm her boyfriend, if that's what you mean..." he said, feeling a light blush creep up his cheeks.
"What kind of special plans?"
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Oh! Right, that invitation he found in his mailbox. "We.... I don't think we're going." He said, starting to feel awkward and slightly uncomfortable.
What was it with this woman that made him feel like he was a little kid waiting for a punishment from his mother??
"Could you please tell me where Remy is?"
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"Not going?" She was bolt upright. Simply aghast. "Do my ears deceive me? If you don't attend with Remy, then who will she go with? You can't tell me that you have other plans. My poor, poor dear. I will have to find her a date for the celebration." And here, Thera got out a little notepad and added the word 'Remy' to a short list of names that had already accumulated.
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He couldn't help feeling slightly annoyed.
"...Where is she?"
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For now.
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"If you don't wanna tell me where she is, I'll just go and come back later."
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