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diego-olmedillo:

“I think they do, but I’m not sure I can afford the lawyer or if the guy comes up with asking a lot of money, cause I don’t think I would be able to pay it” He smiled saying the truth, it would have been better to maybe think about the consequences but oh well he couldn’t change that now. “Oh, I couldn’t say no to a free coffee or the company while I get it” Diego smiled and perhaps the consequences weren’t as bad now that he was about to get free coffee.

“ well it just so happens i’m the pro bono specialist at my firm. ” the words came out a little more bitter than she intended. amaya was doing good work, she knew this, and yet...it was frustrating to not have the freedom to choose the cases she took on. in any case, she had to pay her dues as an associate. nodding with a little grin, amaya ordered the man another coffee and gestured for him to sit at her table. clearing her papers so there was room for his drink when it arrived, amaya looked at him curiously. “ if you don’t mind me asking, what do you do for a living? ”

#( c. diego olmedillo )

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odettestevens:

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Plopping on the coach, Odette felt herself sink down and get comfortable for the first time today. She had finally moved from her sister’s apartment since Raina was more than comfortable taking care of her new twins by herself. Even though she knew there was no need to move out, Odette didn’t want to over stay her welcome. So she came up with a plan: move in with her best friend.

It was perfect actually. Amaya had been her best friend since they were kids. Through thick and through thin, they had remained close no matter what. So when Amaya agreed to Odette’s proposal, they made plans and went for it. “God who knew I had so many things?” Odette said while finally moving towards the bottle of wine she sat on the coffee table so that she could open it. It was a wine type of day for her. “I’m excited about this though. I know we use to joke about moving in together but look at us now! We finally did it!”

amaya had moved most of her belongings in a day earlier; anything to speed up the separation between her and her parents. while their relationship was quite good, the sudden increased pressure to find a husband was rather grating. she was sure that the distance would only benefit their relationship -- after all, absence did make the heart grow fonder. that had certainly been the case with odette. they had spent years physically apart, yet their bond was as tight as ever.

laughing at her friend’s dramatics, amaya flitted about the kitchen gathering the ingredients she had just purchased. finally moving in was a celebratory occasion, so amaya had indulged and brought all the necessary components for her favorite brownie recipe with the rest of the groceries. “ i’m not surprised, ” she teased, then added, “ let me get a glass and coaster for you. ” the place was new and pristine and she wanted to keep it that way as long as possible. on a whim, she grabbed a glass for herself as well and deposited both on the coffee table. “ pour me a glass too, would you? to the top, please. ”

“ i know, ” she said over her shoulder as she returned to the kitchen. “ this is going to be wonderful. you know, we should have a small housewarming party. ” now, amaya wasn’t inclined towards parties, but she was feeling particularly euphoric. that may have had something to do with the dessert she was bout to make, though.

#( c. odette stevens )#( para. )

celinemcshkovs:

Celine always made allowed time for herself to take a few breaks in-between her work routine, which usually occurred during the afternoon, and she would spend it in her favourite café. She was a regular customer there and the baristas knew her order off the top of their heads, everything about the place made it inviting and relaxing. All except a certain fellow customer who always seemed to be there whenever Celine was, giving the staff hell for the pettiest of things and being disruptive to the other customers with his obnoxious phone calls. Celine had just about enough and, rather than speaking with the staff to complain about his behaviour, she took it upon herself to deal with the problem. Her usual order consisted of a medium cup of a Chai Latte but-that day-she had ordered the largest cup and ‘accidentally’ tipped the entire contents onto his lap. Everything seemed to happen in a blur, from his loud yelp to her stammering a string of meaningless apologies which ended with him storming out threatening legal action. The café fell silent until someone spoke up, another woman, her eyes wide. “Hm, I guess getting a lawyer would be a wise option. If he does follow through with his warning then my argument would be that it was an accident because accidents do happen – no matter how intentional they look” Celine shrugged innocently, smiling at the other and returning to her seat which was opposite from hers. “I’m sure the whole café would vouch for me anyway – I didn’t just do that for myself”

this wasn’t amaya’s regular cafe -- hers was currently undergoing renovations and would be for the next few months. this cafe seemed to have the benefit of customers who stood for something more than isolated experiences; this cafe had customers who believed in common decency. it was a busy little establishment so amaya had politely nodded when the other woman had asked to sit. now, she was actually interested in her new found companion. “ they certainly would. it was very bold of you to do that, if a little dramatic. are you in the entertainment industry? ”

#( c. celine mashkova )

diego-olmedillo:

Diego hated when people like this man treat people like shit for no reason, just because people worked to serve the public, it didn’t mean they could behave like assholes towards to others. The man just kept showing how he thought he was better than the rest of the world, and Diego just was tired, his last shift had been a nightmare, and it was just like every news he receive from the world and his country people like this man, were being horrible to others and he simply snapped walking to the man and “accidentally” run into the man spilling some of the coffee on him. Diego should feel shame for what he did, but he had to admit that after all the screams of the man he couldn’t help to smirk and feel a light relief. “Thank you, because he did seem serious, but I gotta tell you it felt amazing” He chuckled.

she nodded in commiseration and chuckled lightly. “ i’m not sure he was that serious. men like that are all bark, no bite. ” this she could say from experience -- it was something she’d learned at her law firm. rich men preferred to settle outside of court rather than face true justice. “ but it seems that in saving everyone else from his tantrums, you had to sacrifice your drink. can i buy you a coffee? ” such gallant behavior deserved to be rewarded; for all that amaya placed her faith in the law, she understood that sometimes it simply wasn’t as effective as a well placed punch. or spilled coffee as the case may be.

#( c. diego olmedillo )

devon-flores:

“…And that’s how I accidentally shaved my arm hair”, Devon laughed as the customer walked away with their order. They walked outside of the truck to check on the containers filled with agua fresca, serving themselves a glass of jamaica, “honestly, when is this awful heat going away?”

amaya could feel each individual bead of sweat as it traversed down her back; in her formal pantsuit, complete with black blazer, she was suffering in the heat. “ that was certainly...enlightening, ” she finally said, pressing the cold water bottle she’d just purchased to her neck. “ hopefully in the next hour. i’m supposed to meet a client and i can’t go looking like a sweaty mess. ”

#( c. devon flores )

charliescheung:

Dancing and teaching were two things Charlie loved, it was his dream since he was a kid. But teaching a bunch of 5 year olds how to salsa dance wasn’t something he’d really expected. Sure he loved them, they were great kids. But they were 5 and had the attention spans of well, 5 year olds. Clapping he called for a snack break for them, watching them run to their parents seated against the wall. “I need a break.” he muttered to himself not realizing someone had been next to him.

kids were a nuisance. to amaya this was an entirely obvious fact that most people sought to hide under the guise of familial love. she didn’t see why the two concepts had to be mutually exclusive. for example, as much as she respected and admired her boss, she also found him exceedingly irritating -- especially when he asked her to pick up his kid from salsa class of all things. “ i can’t even imagine having to deal with children for more than a half hour, ” amaya murmured in response.

#( c. charlie cheung )

“ i’m not sure what possessed you to do that, ” amaya said, eyes wide. the well dressed, entirely too privileged man had been bothering everyone in the cafe with his loud phone conversation and utter disregard for everyone else. he was the epitome of the absolute worst sort of customer. so when someone had taken the opportunity to ‘ accidentally ’ spill their coffee on him...the lawyer couldn’t say she was displeased. the man had left in a frenzy, yelling ‘ do you know who i am ’ and ‘ i’ll sue you ’ and all sorts of other nonsense. “ but he certainly deserved it. i’d happily represent you if he actually does try and press charges. ”