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Mira‌:

It’s until his hand gently tightens around hers for the fraction of a second that she brings her eyes to meet his own. It takes her biting her cheek to let him finish his words without an interruption. When he finally does, Mira can’t help but give him a smile. The reaction less toward what he’d said and more at his proud little nod. It reminded her one of their talks by the port, when he’d first brought up the view from the tower. Maybe after the time that had passed since then she’d take him up the offer to go up. “That’s the second time you bring up bothering me in some way. I only give you trouble because you usually come in when I’m about to go into a class.” As she speaks, with their hands still joined, Mira leads them further into the room toward one of the high tables. Finally letting him go so she pushes herself up onto one of them, her legs hang off the edge and her eyes are back on his. “Plus, the people at the front desk like to talk. Reason number one why I wish you hadn’t been so loud out there.” She was bound to get an earful about his little moment later, and it’d be nothing but them reading into everything as usual. Even if all he’d wanted was to tell her he’d liked the gift, as he’d just reiterated.

Truth be told, if she could’ve kept to not bringing up what he’d said about the painting she would’ve. But knowing Ivan he’d want to make sure she believed him. With that thought in mind Mira let out a quiet sigh, tucking a fallen strand of hair behind her ear. “When I said it wasn’t good, I didn’t mean it like it was the worst thing I’ve ever done. If it was I would’ve buried it away somewhere and you never would’ve seen it. I just meant… It’s not one of the better things I’ve done.” The transition colors into the water could’ve been different, and upon finishing it she wished she would’ve included the silhouette of one of the boats. “But that honestly doesn’t matter. I gave it to you because I knew when I was done that I didn’t care what anyone thought. Not even my thoughts on it mattered really, because it wasn’t for me. That view is yours. As long as you like it…” Words fading away she shrugs while giving him a reassured look, the corners of her lips lifting up slightly. “But let’s say I do take you up on that offer, can it be to see more than just where you decide to put it up?”

He initially didn’t even register that he could revel in the success of his assuring gesture, blatantly more distracted by the fact that a bright, infectious smile had appeared upon her expression. All thankfully didn’t seem like it was lost. And Mira’s continuing words put the notion further into an ease. “Good thing you’re counting.” Ivan had to jokingly remark. “But ok, that’s fair. Maybe…I need your class schedule then?” He casually suggested, and in all truth, he’d been curious. She was not only talented with her artwork, she also was nobly sharing those methods to the public. Ivan easily follows her lead as Mira moves farther back to an elevated table, finding their hands were unconnected a few prolonged moments after he’d taken the across seat. Nevertheless of course enthusiastic that they could continue this conversation. “And I’m sorry for that, my loud voice, guess I also need a tour of this place too. But my case rests if everyone here needs a reminder of how good of an artist you are.” He mused, the grin not faltering, both hands splaying themselves on the tabletop, giving a few trailing glances around. He’d never really step foot this far into the community center before. Not that he could readily remember at least, with his days primarily spent at the docks, especially now with it being more difficult to leave the post.

“Understood., good to know. Just also means that I’d be willing to see the better and the ones you want to trash. — You have a pencil and paper? We might want to start writing all of this down, make a list.” Ivan light-heartedly stated, unable to shake that heightened intrigue regarding her profession, ever since their first encounter when he first came across the then enthralling stranger painting on the habor docks. “It matters to me, seriously..no one’s ever given me anything like this.” His eyes shifted towards the artwork lying between both of them for emphasis. “That’s the mind-set to have, definitely. As long you like what you’re doing, who cares.” Ivan gave a nonchalant shrug, ensuring his gaze had lifted to hers again. “But I do like it. I mean, it would be pretty cool if that view did belong to me.” He stated through a light laugh. “Is that a bargain?” As if his features couldn’t become any more thrilled. “You name it. There’s boats, a tour for a tour…” Ivan already began sounding off enthusiastically in suggestion.

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dailymenamassoud-blog

Mena in Rome, Italy.

#can u not #( — ✗ visage )

— @nicoxrojas

“Is it just me or has the traffic around the main streets getting worse and worse every year?” Ivan shook his head with a heavy sigh as he took his usual stool seat at the main counter, having already spotted Nico behind it. Ivan knew he’d of course understand, being around for nearly just as long as he’d been in their small, seaside town. “But hey tourist season is booming business. I’m guessing you’re hitting the jackpot already with all of them swarming around too.” He gave his friend an amused, knowing look.

#( — ✗ chat )#( with — ✗ nico )#if this is too basic af just lmk<333

Sofia:

Sofia had asked the gods of fate for a distraction from work, and she certainly got one. Ivan Cassim, her old friend — old considering they hadn’t spoken in eight odd years. She’d spotted him a few times around Southport since her return but, he always seemed to be avoiding her. “Neither did I,” she says gently, a half amused smile crossing her features. Well, if this wasn’t the most awkward encounter. She could make one or two guesses as to why it was that way, knowing she’d just up and left without a single word. Never did the brunette anticipate, however, what disappointment she’d leave in her wake. “How are you going, Ivan?”

Boy did he have a lot of questions for this long-lost friend of his. The trick was…where to even start? Or better yet answer Sofia’s posed question. It’d been a long while since he and the Asani family bonded over similar ties since they could all barely walk and talk, certainly rendering Ivan the disbelief that it wouldn’t fade even when one of the siblings upped and left the small town. And yet, here they were, he choosing to keep a distance until obviously having no choice now. “I’ve been…here. I’m manning the habor now…” Ivan shrugged. “So New York really not all that cracked up to be?” Might as well get right to the underlying point after all.

#( — ✗ chat )#( with — ✗ sofia )

Mira‌:

The more she’d stared at the setting sun’s reflection painted onto watercolor paper, the more Mira had been sure of her decision to give the piece to him. After all it was a similar view that was responsible for them meeting in the first place. Despite how he’d stumbled through almost every part of that initial conversation, he’d also paved the way for more to follow. The sketch from that particular day wasn’t something she’d part with, but the horizon in watercolor—though not especially proud of it—that one was his. At first thought Mira reasoned her giving it to him with the memory that he’d mentioned something about the colors. In the end she realized he could’ve said nothing and she would’ve still left it for him, if only for all he’d said about some of the other things he would catch her working on from time to time.

Having left it with a note and not a single word, Mira was actually prepared for his arrival at the community center that day. With his other random visits she’d typically give him a hard time about letting her work, which is why his initial words bring a crooked smile upon her features. It’s as he continues that the smile slowly fades. With the slight echo in the room only bringing them attention, a warmth starts up in her cheeks. “Ivan, your voice.” Hearing him continue, she’s at a loss for words. In part because hearing how the painting compared to the real thing, from him specifically, meant a lot. Then there was the eyes she could feel watching her, the ears she knew were listening for a response. “I’ll take your word for it,” Mira finally breathes out. Looking around, avoiding all eye contact knowing full well her cheeks were flushed, she takes his hand after a small pause. Pulling him into a nearby room, she closes the door behind them. “You know there’s an echo out there. I’ve told you there’s an echo out there. Y– Are you all done lecturing me?” Fighting a smile, she wouldn’t meet his eyes.

It wasn’t until Ivan finally finished his near-speech to the particular community center art teacher that he’d processed her words, brows furrowing a moment. “My…voice?” Subconsciously, a hand reached upward until finally realizing that there were now several wandering eyes surrounding where they stood in the main meeting area. “Oh, yeah.” Great, not only had this probably back-fired again, he now had an unexpected audience this time around with his voice apparently speaking louder than he’d thought. But it was a good, valid point if he said so himself. After hovering up the specific watercolor painting for his so-called proof of entry to the building, Ivan carefully lowered it again in his hands, not wanting to wrinkle or ruin the surprise gift from her before getting the chance to frame it for the harbor tower.

Hearing Mira’s following confirmation, his expression instantly brightened, honestly reveling in the success. Although, this encounter was all thanks to her and her artwork, really. He didn’t have a chance to remark further until she placed her hand in his within one fell movement, leading him away. Truthfully, Ivan nearly missed her comments again, all too conveniently distracted by their joined hands, only looking upward once more upon the sudden silence. “Yes, you have.” He started by giving a knowing nod. “I know you’ve told me that, but all the more reason for people to hear me this time. If you don’t hear it enough around here, then someone had to say it out loud.” Ivan shrugged with an easily forming grin, giving her hand a gentle squeeze to attempt and garner her attention. “I technically wasn’t lecturing, that’s your job. I was complimenting. I’m here not to bother you for once, but to say thank you. This painting is amazing, not terrible, and I’m going to hang it up at the tower. Wanted you to know that and so the offer stood for you to come see it on display.” He proudly nodded.

#( — ✗ chat )#( with — ✗ mira )

Text --> Gus

Ivan: Not that you have any excuses, but make sure you’re free in 2 days.

Ivan: A whole group’s coming in to the docks.

#( — ✗ text )#( with — ✗ gus )#-throws 2 ayo

Amelie‌:

“I’ve got a million dollar idea, and it’s all yours…” With a quick snap of her fingers, Amelie points to the source of her current distress–one off-white hybrid bike chained two feet from where they stood. “If you can help me pick the lock on that bike.” Flashing a wide smile, Amelie all but crossed her finger behind her back.

“A million dollars? Now that’s a bet, and an offer hardly anybody would refuse.” Ivan instantly glanced curiously over at the chained hybrid bike in question nearby as he approached his friend. “But is that a trick question? I mean, if this is some story you’re going to pass over at your work, I have to say that’s pretty genius.” He couldn’t help musing first with a grin.

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— @mirabhatt

This was a chance for this to not be an entire train-wreck on his part for once, so of course Ivan wasn’t going to waste it. Nautical-themed drawing in hand, his eyes couldn’t help studying it, as if some more ideas of conversation would suddenly appear. Yeah right. This couldn’t be overdone either. Funny how he’d believe for certain that he likely ruined things entirely with getting to know one another little by little over the few years gone by, until this one single piece of art. If anything, he just had to ask from the note left alongside it, how in the world did she think the painting sucked?

At the very notion, Ivan footed forward, entering the center and moving to wait in the seat he was pointed. At the first signal, he waited until she approached to stand up, yet wasted no time. “You can tell to leave all you want.” Ivan instantly started off, holding his hands up for emphasis. “But first, you can’t be serious that this is terrible.” He hovered up the page in his hands for indication before she could question anything. He’d directly quoted Mira’s left message after all. “And no, I’m not just saying that either..because I’ve seen that horizon too many times, yours is exact.” Ivan continued on, hardly realizing he was practically preaching to her and anyone around.

#( — ✗ chat )#( with — ✗ mira )

Sofia:

She’d been sitting there less than twenty minutes, staring at her pager in fear it would go off and end her attempt at relaxation with a good glass of merlot after a thirty eight hour shift. Not usually one to be chatty towards others, she glances over at the person hovering adjacent to the bar where she sat. Although she lived for her job and was certainly something of a workaholic, Sofia needed a distraction from anything work-related, even if only for a short while. “Do you think it’s terrible of me to hope that I don’t get called into work for once?”

Ivan would’ve been entirely grateful for the posed question coming from mutual company at the counter, although seeing that he’d instantly recognized who’d asked, he glanced both ways to ensure Sofia wasn’t speaking to anyone else. It hadn’t been the easiest time for him upon hearing his long-lost friend had recently returned back home. Not like they’d had the time to speak. Why leave climbing the hospital ladders where she was after all? “Never thought you’d even have that possibility…” Ivan still found himself muttering nonetheless in response, despite being unsure how to even greet her at present.

#( — ✗ chat )#( with — ✗ sofia )

Jameson:

“Not to sound like a little bitch…” Jamie begin suddenly knowing fully well that he was about to sound like a little bitch. “but if I hear one more person singing Old Town Road or see another person use it as an Instagram caption to be quirky or cool I’m literally going to fucking lose my shit.” The novelty of the song had worn off about two week ago and Jamie was over it being shoved down his throat everywhere he turned. There was no running from it. He heard on the radio, he saw it being referenced all over social media, hell he even heard it in his sleep. The madness needed to end. “It’s a joke of a song….literally. People know that right?”

“You? Finding something not cool? I’m shocked for once, Jamie.” Ivan had to jest upon encountering the familiar face. Never was difficult to do so in town, even more when it came to his usual crowd. Especially when sneaking them all onto the luxury boats that headed themselves into the harbor. “It’s the country sounds to it, isn’t it?” He figured, knowing that was usually the universal complaint, not even just in their small town. “I mean, as much as I don’t mind that one too bad, I’ll let you have that it is getting over-played. Exactly why I’ve mostly made my own playlists to use on shift.” Ivan nodded, hovering upwards to his phone. “Anyway, what’s the latest on your findings?”