Greta Crawley

28, Sociology student

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roman-rumancek:

It was a rare weekend that he didn’t have to be at the diner. The new hires that were there now he actually seemed to trust running the place without him. Which was a task easier said than done. So, he chosen to find a meal that wasn’t bathed in diner grease for tonight. 

Placing a bag of frozen peas into the basket held tight in his grip, Roman looked up when he heard a familiar voice. “Well, I mean I don’t sleep there, often.” He teased stepping closer to her. “How are you doing Greta?” 

The grin plastered to her face, Greta couldn’t help but giggle. “I reckon those benches aren’t the best to sleep on,” she remarked, adjusting her grip on her own basket. She couldn’t help but look him up and down, trying to stop herself from blushing as he said her name and moved closer to her. “I’m doing well. Thought it might be wise to get a meal that isn’t from your fine establishment. How are you?” 

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Greta had taken to frequenting the diner on a near daily basis, books in hand she’d sit at the same booth and study, eating chips and drinking glass after glass of iced water. The days when Roman joined her were always her favourite, and she’d gotten used to their small talk. She hadn’t however, ever seen him out of the diner.  Standing in the grocery store with her basket full she spotted him and a smile spread across her cheeks. “My goodness you do leave the diner,” Greta grinned, biting her bottom lip. 

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loveisdeadmuses:

“I promise it wasn’t my choice.” He laughed. “It’s on the curriculum I’m forced to follow. I have a little more freedom with the older students, but not the first years. I would never force anyone to read Great Expectations if I had the choice.”

“Ahh yes, the dreaded curriculum. I am so glad to be teaching at University level, we really make our own curriculum. I mean of course there are logical things to include but if I wanted to spend more time discussing Marx than say Coole I couldn’t be told not to.”

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loveisdeadmuses:

“Great Expectations. I hated reading it as a kid so I’m sure they’ll hate it too.” 

“Oh you’re cruel,” she laughed. “I’d rather Hard Times if we’re talking Dickens but still anything over Romeo and Juliet.” 

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roman-rumancek:

“Neither of the things are actually worth going back to the state for.” Roman said with a chuckle. “Well, those are some mighty big goals for someone so tiny.” Granted he could say that about a lot of the people who lived around here. Seeing as he stood at 6′2. His attention getting pulled for a moment, the man stepped out of the booth. “I’m sorry, can you excuse me for a moment?” 

“I’ll have to take your word for it, although I do plan on travelling around before my visa is up so who knows, maybe I will visit this humongous mall,” she smiled, taking another fry into her mouth. “I am not tiny!” she protested his remark, appalled that he would suggest such a thing. “I will have you know I am a very respectable, five-foot-three...” Glancing down she paused a moment. “Okay i’m five-feet- two and a half inches. But that is besides the point, sir!” Noticing his attention deviate from her, she frowned a little but smiled before he could notice. “Of course.” 

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paige--leigh-anne:

“We open soon, though. Might as well let you look now. No worries.”

“Thank you,” Greta smiled, spotting the dress and grabbing one in her size. As she strolled around the store she added a few more items to her pile before finding the owner. “Would you mind if I popped into a dressing room?”

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literaryseth:

“I know what you mean,” he said. “And the doesn’t help that all the Romeo and Juliet movies romanticize the shit out of their deaths. I’m just trying to teach my students that Romeo and Juliet were stupid.”

“I fail to see anything romantic about missed communication and suicide, but perhaps i’m too practical,” Greta laughed. “Good. I like hearing there are teachers who remain pragmatic about these sorts of things. What else are you forcing them to study this term?”

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roman-rumancek:

“It’s just really cold. A lot of snow, I mean we have the biggest mall in the United States, so that’s really all the state has going for it at this point in time.” He said with a shrug. “The department? So what exactly are you studying for? Like where do you want to end up going in life?” 

“That is certainly a claim to fame,” she smiled, trying to imagine just how large this mall could be but failing. “That’s two things we don’t have a lot of in the U.K, snow and gigantic malls.” His interest in her studies made her face light up a little. “I’m a Sociology Ph.D student at the University of Georgia. My goal is to become a professor and a sociologist. Research one part of the year and teach the other part,” she explained with stars in her eyes. There was nothing Greta liked talking about more than her work. 

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roman-rumancek:

Looking over the top of the booth when he heard the bell above the door ring, Roman smiled seeing as the diner was starting to empty out. “Hm?” He turned his attention back to the woman. “Oh, me? No I’m not from here. Originally from Minnesota. In the middle of nowhere to be fair, but I moved to Georgia after traveling for a long time.” 

Greta had all but forgotten about her studies by now and was casually picking at the chips on her plate as she studied the man. “Minnesota,” she repeated, but it came out sounding like a foreign work. “I’ve never been there,” she stated the obvious. “I have to say, Georgia is really growing on me. I was dreadfully homesick when I first arrived but now, I wouldn’t mind staying if a position in the department opened up.”

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antebellum-muse:

EJ looked up from her book in her hand. “Oh yes. I was wondering if I could grab the book behind you.” She said with a voice a sweet as honey.

“Absolutely,” Greta said without hesitation, shifting out of the way. “Sorry, I get a little preoccupied when there is a book in my hand.” 

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roman-rumancek:

“Really? You know I never would have guessed with that accent of yours.” He teased. “Yeah, I was in Scotland for a short time, went through Prague, London, spent a great deal of time in Greece. Almost considered living there, then somethings happened and I ended up back in the states.”  

Greta chuckled, blushing a little. “Yeah, I don’t hide it very well do I?” she smiled at him weakly. “I love Prague. London is very close to home for me. Greece though, that sounds wonderful. It’s always been on my list of places to visit. Are you from Georgia originally?” 

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literaryseth:

Seth shook his head at her. “You’re looking to get evicted, Greta,” he said in a fake warning voice. “You can’t talk about Sir William Shakespeare that way.” He smiled. “Yeah, Romeo and Juliet is definitely gross, but there’s nothing I can do about that.”

Greta frowned at him, acting as if she were heartbroken. “I guess I’ll just sleep in my office,” she mumbled, then looked up at him and smiled. “It’s nothing against ol’ Billy! I just prefer contemporary,” she knew she was digging herself into a deeper hole, but to be fair her area of study wasn’t English. “I hate the idea of love at 14 being worth death being peddled to teenagers”

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literaryseth:

“Did you just say you don’t care for Shakespeare?” Seth clutched his chest. “I’m dying a little hearing you say that. I don’t think we can live under the same roof anymore.” He chuckled to show that he was totally kidding. “I wish I didn’t have to teach Romeo and Juliet. Twelfth Night would be so much more fun—or maybe I’m biased because it’s my favorite Shakespeare play.”

“I did,” Greta hung her head in dramatic shame. “It’s not that I don’t respect him for what he’s done, because I do. I just would rather watch paint dry than read another one of his plays. I find them all so... uninspiring at this point in my life.” Shaking her head she smiled up at him. “I think if I had to choose though, I’d go with MacBeth. Romeo and Juliet is kind of gross when you think about it.”

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roman-rumancek:

“Well, then just pick one to give an A, then guess with the others.” Running his fingers through his hair, Roman poked his head around the side of the booth, just to check that his other waiter, was actually waiting tables. When he was satisfied, he looked back to the woman. “Yeah, I went everywhere my feet could take me. Spent a great deal of time in Scotland though.” 

“I’m sure my professor would love that,” she chuckled, admiring the muscles in his arm as he ran his hand through his hair. She couldn’t help but wonder what what his hands could do. Shaking the thought from her mind she smiled when he told her. “I love Scotland,” Greta remarked. “I’m from England so I’ve been there a number of times on holiday.”

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roman-rumancek:

“Well, I went to Europe in my late teens early twenties if that’s any help.” God, maybe he should talk about that. He already felt old as it was. “You know, I feel like there is an easy way to get those papers graded. Split it into three sections. One stack get’s A’s. One stack gets passing grades, the other stack fails. There easy peasy.” 

“Really?” She replied with a smile, tilting her head to the side and wondering what questions she could throw at him. “Where did you go?” she asked curiously, wondering how long ago his teen years were, not that it really mattered, she was already finding herself attracted to him.  Laughing at his suggestion, Greta shook her head. “I can hardly imagine 10 of my students getting A grades. I might get 1 in the whole bunch if I’m lucky.”

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roman-rumancek:

Furrowing his brow Roman completely lost what she was saying about three words into her sentence. “You know, I’d love to make a comment on what you just said, but I’m not going to lie you’ve lost me.” When she fought for the fries, Roman chuckled and pulled his hands back. “Alright, alright I won’t take your food. But, do you mind explaining exactly what you’re working on?” 

Greta nodded, understanding how completely insane it sounded to an outsider. To be fair, she often wondered that she was doing exactly. When the man pulled away from her food she let out a dramatic breath of relief. “One of my studies is looking at the difference between European and Americas and how they view sexuality and their body. But specifically I’m looking at Americans who travelled to Europe in their teen years and if that made any difference.” She explained, blushing a little. It sounded so silly when she said it without context. “But I also have 30 papers to grade about introduction to Sociology. So you can understand why I need the chips.” 

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literaryseth:

“That’s good! All I can ask for from my students is that they actually pay attention to me. We’re reading Romeo and Juliet right now, and I’m sure you remember how annoying reading Shakespeare was in high school.”

“I’m kind of in the same boat,” she chuckled. “I’m just happy when no one falls asleep during my lecture.” Groaning, Greta shook her head. “Despite living a mere hour away from Stratford upon Avon my entire life, I’ve never cared for Shakespeare. My father is an English Literature professor at Oxford and he’d die if he heard me say that though, but I just can’t get into it. And Romeo and Juliet is probably the worst of all of the plays!”