solomonemsworthâ:
itâd been a quiet day - a nice change, after a spate of hectic ones. solomon had even managed to get some paperwork done, set up on one of the corner tables with his laptop and a coffee like all the other assholes in the place. heâd sorted payroll, done some accounts. boring shit but fairly important - he suffered through it all with minimal smoke breaks, something he thought commendable.Â
getting back behind the machine hadnât been all that exciting, either - there wasnât much to do, in all honesty. heâd sent the part-timer home, leaving him and tyler to finish things up. tyler had settled herself in to fold napkins and polish cutlery and go on her phone in a way she thought was sneaky. solomon had let it slide, polishing bits of the machine after heâd wiped down tables. exciting stuff.Â
his head lifted when he heard the door open - it took him several moments to place the vaguely familiar face, by which time sheâd managed to seat herself at the bar. âvaguely,â he demurred, really just being difficult because he could. he eyed her, propping his weight on the counter with both broad, coffee stained hands.Â
âyou here to make trouble, huh?âÂ
he neednât have asked - the moment he did she started in on what type of coffee sheâd like. bloody hell. his brows rose just slightly as she spoke, mouth pushing slightly to one side under his thatch of beard and âstache.
âcappuccino has more foam,â he explained blandly - the easiest way to put it, really. he didnât bother to get into the intricacies of coffee that often - he didnât really buy into it all that much. was a bit pedantic, some of it. âyouâre gonna rot the teeth outta your head, you are.â
Cam knew that the other was going to be an old grump, so she came prepared this time â or maybe the comments didnât bother her so much now that her guard wasnât down. Plopping her tote bag onto the counter, she got comfortable on the barstool, paying no mind to anyone else in the cafe that she may have disrupted. âMm,â she hummed, âwell, Iâd like to say, for one, that trouble has a way of finding me, not the other way around.â Which was partially untrue, as Cam caused plenty of trouble on her own, but as always, she never liked to place much blame on herself. Why admit blame when you can place it on something else?
âHavenât lost any yet,â she grinned, teeth bared, so he could see her teeth. She may have been a junkie, but not brushing her teeth just crossed the line. âSo, do you have it or no?â She asked, eyes searching the back for some Reddi-whip they mightâve had lying around. âIâm good for it, you know.â Holding up some crumpled bills, she lay them on the counter, smoothing them out. âBesides, even if you only vaguely remember me, I definitely remember you.â One five, and three one dollar bills were lined up in front of her. âYou have my lighter, âmember that?â












