The Perk; Thursday Afternoon.

[ecirpnellehada]

The artist was coming over, which, of course, meant that the roommate needed an evacuation of the bedroom. For the most part, Adah didn't particularly mind. The urge to remain and be annoying like she and Leah had, once upon a time, planned on doing should Rachel ever bring a boy home, but that lost its appeal when she considered the fact that

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[george_m_bluth]

George Michael came in for a cup of coffee, or two. He closed down the stand for lunch and just wanted coffee. Head bowed, he ordered it and took his large hot mug to an out of the way table. There he would sit and drink it and contemplate his young life, such as it is.

[ecirpnellehada]

Eyes lifting from the page of Heinlein and through the steam still drifting up from her carefully cradled mug, Adah probably couldn't ignore the coffee shoppe's newest patron if she tried. The way he carried himself, the way he moved, the aura some might say (but not Adah, since she didn't believe in things like that, but their concepts worked well for comparisons) just seemed to demand a moment of her attention, to stare, with scrutiny, below a quirked eyebrow. The weight of the whole world on his frail, tiny spread of shoulders, she was sure, or at least in his own mine.

Adah eyes drifted away slightly. Wait? What was that she heard? It sounded, perhaps, like tiny violins, playing the worlds saddest song. So sad, so tragic...

She smirked to herself. She couldn't tease people she didn't know, but it was only in her own head, and distractions like that were what made it worth going out in public sometimes.

[george_m_bluth]

George Michael began to sort out his problems, unaware that he was causing a distraction for someone else.

"What if she was? I would run, no, wait, I wouldn't. I wouldn't. But she's older right? Her biological clock must be ticking. Like a timb bomb. Does she want... no... oh god." he rubbed his brow. "I'm thinking too much. It's too hard."

[ecirpnellehada]

Oh, Dog. Adah sunk slightly in her comfortable chair to better hide the increasing smirk as the distressed soul started to leak. She'd never understand it; it reminded her almost of Rachel, complaining just to hear the sound of her own voice. But slightly different. She'd never comprehend how people with, assumingly, a perfectly whole, completely working brain seemed to have such difficulty just keeping things inside of it. She really should have some sort of respect for people's personal space, but...well, it was a public sphere, and Adah had no shame. Besides, it was his own fault for making his ramblings so intriguing. She placed a folded piece of paper into the crease of the book; a nudge of her shoulder closed it in her lap and she curled around her tea. Space travel could wait; she'll just put off giving it to the Eel to finish it. It was time to hopefully eavesdrop on what she was hoping would be some interesting neurosis.

[bookyeve]

Evie was in the middle of the flurry of packing when she found her Christmas gift to Adah, and realized she hadn't seen the other girl in some time. She went in search of her in the dorm, and not finding her there, set out to see if she was somewhere in town.

Fortunately, the need for caffiene had her in the obvious places. "Adah! At last! Happy late New Year!"

[ecirpnellehada]

Adah arched an eyebrow at the entrance of the E Ive. If there was such a thing as the Fates, as a greater plan, it had been written with foreshadowing in mind, because her imaginary little sibling's aunt's arrival was just a perfect epilogue to the ramblings she had been listening to earlier, that was for sure. She let the moment of the arched eyebrow linger before as let a slow smile surface and nodded, bobbed her head in response to return the well wish back to the E Ive.

[bookyeve]

"And a Merry late Christmas," Evie added, sitting down at the nod and handing over her foil-wrapped package. "I don't know how it ends, because it's set in the future for me, but I thought you might like it, and it would give you an idea of what Cairo is like." She bounced up from her seat and went to get a mochachino, then returned, saying, "I have to have as much as possible before I leave!"

[ecirpnellehada]

So much for not knowing what the gift was until it was opened; Adah couldn't help shaking her head in a sort of quiet amusement as she faltered in keeping up with the E Ive again. There one minute, gone the next, but at least it gave Adah a chance to set her tea aside and unwrap her book, give it a glance, and then she realized that the E Ive had returned and she quirked an eyebrow at the comment. As much caffeine as possible? Hasn't she had enough?