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"I'm trying to write here if you'll excuse me."
"What are you writing?"
She just looked up at him. People rarely pestered her. And she was trying to write. Writing down things she needed to accomplish, reasons she needed to maybe rethink her job choices, why it was a bad idea to sleep with her ex-boyfriend.
"Stuff."
"Stuff's fun. Want to tell me 'bout it?"
"Why are you still bothering me?"
"Sor-ry."
"No, it's just that... I'm sorry, I mean I came here just to, sit, you know? And I need to get this stuff down and out of my head before it goes 'POOF' crazy. And you're just talking even though I'm clearly busy."
She ran out of breath and blew her bangs out of her face.
"Just hadn't talked to no one in a while. You looked friendly."
He shrugged, and she felt her usual complex slipping back over her shoulders. Why was she so nice all the time? Why couldn't she just tell people to go away and have that be that?
"Well, I might be, I wouldn't know. People don't much like me, mostly they say I'm neurotic and a little weird, and they are probably right? Do you live here?"
His eyes widened under her rapid-fire onslaught. She licked her lips and cut her eyes to the left. She had done it again. Well, of course, she had.
"No. Just passing through. I'm on my way to California."
"I've never been there. I'm from Connecticut. Why are you going? Go there a lot?"
"My brother is there. Got to go collect him for some family business."
"Oh. My brother is gay. My parents still like him better."
"Dad likes my brother better, too. I feel you there."
She chewed her lip awkwardly because this was the point where the conversation broke down for her. He would leave, blah blah, and she'd just have more things to write down like 'Don't be so random to strangers that are super hot.'
"Name's Dean. Can I buy you another one of those whatever the hell you're drinkin'?"
"I'm Elliot. And yeah. Thanks."
She bounced in her seat a little because it was still good, and yeah, he was leaving soon, but maybe she could have one encounter that was normal in her life.
"Elliot. You look like a Elliot."
Elliot tilted her head a little to the left. No quips about it being a guy's name, no jokes about her sexual orientation, just a small compliment, and she was almost ready to cry.
"I... Thank you."
"No problem. So whatcha writing?"
"What are you writing?"
She just looked up at him. People rarely pestered her. And she was trying to write. Writing down things she needed to accomplish, reasons she needed to maybe rethink her job choices, why it was a bad idea to sleep with her ex-boyfriend.
"Stuff."
"Stuff's fun. Want to tell me 'bout it?"
"Why are you still bothering me?"
"Sor-ry."
"No, it's just that... I'm sorry, I mean I came here just to, sit, you know? And I need to get this stuff down and out of my head before it goes 'POOF' crazy. And you're just talking even though I'm clearly busy."
She ran out of breath and blew her bangs out of her face.
"Just hadn't talked to no one in a while. You looked friendly."
He shrugged, and she felt her usual complex slipping back over her shoulders. Why was she so nice all the time? Why couldn't she just tell people to go away and have that be that?
"Well, I might be, I wouldn't know. People don't much like me, mostly they say I'm neurotic and a little weird, and they are probably right? Do you live here?"
His eyes widened under her rapid-fire onslaught. She licked her lips and cut her eyes to the left. She had done it again. Well, of course, she had.
"No. Just passing through. I'm on my way to California."
"I've never been there. I'm from Connecticut. Why are you going? Go there a lot?"
"My brother is there. Got to go collect him for some family business."
"Oh. My brother is gay. My parents still like him better."
"Dad likes my brother better, too. I feel you there."
She chewed her lip awkwardly because this was the point where the conversation broke down for her. He would leave, blah blah, and she'd just have more things to write down like 'Don't be so random to strangers that are super hot.'
"Name's Dean. Can I buy you another one of those whatever the hell you're drinkin'?"
"I'm Elliot. And yeah. Thanks."
She bounced in her seat a little because it was still good, and yeah, he was leaving soon, but maybe she could have one encounter that was normal in her life.
"Elliot. You look like a Elliot."
Elliot tilted her head a little to the left. No quips about it being a guy's name, no jokes about her sexual orientation, just a small compliment, and she was almost ready to cry.
"I... Thank you."
"No problem. So whatcha writing?"