The True North

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Lovino perked up with interest as the other began talking about what he experienced, tapping his fingers against the table like it was the side of a guitar, which Antonio had so graciously taught him to play. He didn’t interrupt him the entirety of the time he spoke, and when he had finished he grinned and leaned back into his seat.

“Sounds like a wild ride.” Pun.

He then snorted and addressed what the other spoke of about the desert. “Right, right. Yeah…Sure…Maybe underneath all that ice.” 

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Matthew snorted himself, shaking his head. At least it had been too bad of a pun. 

His eyes skimmed the new menu items, helping him decided that he wasn’t going to be adventurous today. It’d be what he usually got then. He flipped the menu closed. “Hey now, it’s only icy say about... 6 months of the year in most parts.” 

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“I’ve heard about that, I hope it won’t be as hectic as Australia’s was,” As much as Francis would love to include Alfred’s elections, he knew that nobody could ever beat that insanity. “Things seem to have calmed down, I am just glad that we’re speaking about the migrants issue now. Anyway, have you gotten a chance to relax yet? You look very stressed out, Matthew…”

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“Oh, not quite yet, but soon!” The blonde beamed, a smile wide with teeth, full of utter excitement. “But the regular hockey season starts next month! I can’t wait to see how McDavid does. He was the top prospect last year.” Matthew could go on, but he waited to see how Francis would take the conversation. He doubted the other would actually want to spend a long time talking about the sport.

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Francis couldn’t argue against that, he also hated getting wet. “And it’s a little easier to see through, when it’s not heavy snow.” The Frenchman handed the other a menu. “How have you been, Matthew?”

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“Yeah exactly. I will always take snow over rain.” Matthew nodded his thanks. “I’ve been good, a little busy though. I have a federal election coming up so politics is a little hectic right now. It’ll be interesting to see how things change with this one, if they do at all. How about you?”

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“I’ll keep all my toes and use them to instead feel the sand in my homeland, thank you very much.”

He leaned his cheek against a fist, elbow propped up and his free hand impatiently tapping fingernails against the table. He was hungry, and this cola he’s been drinking (and refilled twice) wasn’t really sating that.

At last, the waitress came near, and handed them their menus. But after that, Lovino kinda ignored her and just waited for her to walk away before speaking again.

“Were you stuck in traffic or something?”

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“Believe it or not, I do manage to have some sand. A desert, even. Well it’s almost a desert.”

Matthew mumbled a quiet “thank you” to the waitress, ordering a drink for himself before she left. Some coffee to warm himself up, and a water besides. He flipped open the menu absentmindedly while replying. “Yeah, someone ended up hydroplaning, at least that’s my guess. Crashed into the little median after hitting someone else from the looks of it. It was slow going to get around it since it brought the road down to one lane.

“Didn’t look like anyone got seriously hurt, but man, the lady who got hit was giving the guy a piece of her mind when I went by.”  

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“Rain sucks ass, but I hate snow. It’s too fucking cold. How the hell you survive that is beyond me.” He made a hand motion for the other to come to the table, taking off his own jacket and tossing it to the Canadian. 

“Put this on and stop whining.”

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Matthew huffed in amusement, slinging the dry coat on.  “Thanks. And we survive through sheer will and the collective belief that you just got to deal with it. Doesn’t matter if you can’t feel your toes anymore.” 

He plopped down. “And really, I still have all my toes so I can’t complain.” 

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Francis sat up and smiled brightly when he saw the Canadian. “I still prefer the summer, just have nothing fall from the sky.” He laughed, “Come sit.”

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Matthew smiled as he sat. “See, snow I can take. You can knock it off before it melts on ya.” He rolled up his sleeves for they were a little damp at the cuffs. “Rain gives you no chance. You just get wet.” His face scrunched up. He hated getting wet. 

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A delicate smile graced her face as she settled back into her seat. 

“Oh, no we get much similar weather all the time. Come to think of it, if you ever have an urge to ski in the Alps instead of in your own backyard, you should come and visit me!”

There was a mug of hot tea before her, and though it wasn’t the fancy loose tea that she was used to, there was something to be said for any warm liquid in a pre-winter chill. She curled her fingers around it and pulled it close. 

“Meanwhile, even if I didn’t know you, I would say you were the very essence of a Canadian. You look right at home here! Is this one of your favorite places to eat?” she asked and looked around the diner once more.

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“I should do that some time; it’s been awhile since I’ve taken my last ski trip. It’s always fun to try out a new mountain too.”

He grabbed the menu, starting to skim over it to see if they had anything new. He would probably just get what he always did though.

Smirking, he shrugged. “I guess I live up to the stereotype. And it definitely is! Family owned with great comfort food and friendly servers - coming here always makes my mood better so I hope you like it.”

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A smile tugged the edge of her lip as she reached up a hand to call her friend over. She was rather out of place in the casual diner, dressed in an impeccable pressed linen shirt and skirt. When she agreed to meet Matthew for dinner, Adalie had dressed to her best, unknowing that the place he’d suggested required a bit more dressing down. 

“As long as it doesn’t keep me from flying home,” Adalie said cheerfully as she rose to meet him.

Matthew shuffled over, getting himself organized into the seat across from the other. “Nah don’t worry about it. Unlike a country say like, England, we know how to deal with snow around here.” 

Adalie looked smart, and Matthew felt even more disgruntled with his clothes and the weather. The umbrella had mostly done its job, but burst of winds had added an angle to the rain, and there had been no hope for his shoes and the hem of his pants. “I hope they weather hasn’t given you any trouble though?”

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Matthew stepped into the diner, shaking out his umbrella as he scanned the tables for who he was meeting. He was soaked, and grumbling to himself, “Oh I hate rain. It needs to get cold enough to snow.”