Somebody's Lucky Day || Milo & Ruby
Ruby linked her arms hand-to-elbow behind her back as she waited in line for coffee. Despite the hot, sunny weather, every inch of her skin was covered but for her face and hands. Black, opaque tights hid what of her legs wasn’t covered by her gray jean shorts and her worn black Metallica shirt lay on top of a gray long-sleeved shirt with sleeves that ended at her wrists. If she thought she could have gotten away with it, she might have even chanced gloves but that would have been a little too noticeable.
The people in front shuffled forward, making her the second in line now, thank God. She didn’t have the money to be buying coffee everyday but until she had a coffeemaker, buying it once a week didn’t seem too unreasonable. It was either that or she spent the duration of the weekend morning being a bit of an asshole eeyore. Looking around her, Ruby let her eyes take in the different people crowding the shop.
So maybe New York was a little bit of a let down. It was noisy and colorful and it oozed history out of every brick and sign but the people… Not that she would want to be anywhere else. No, leaving her West Coast hometown had been a good idea but weren’t East coast people supposed to be…friendly? Maybe she just wasn’t trying in the right neighborhood? Or maybe she just wasn’t doing it right for the neighborhood she was in.
Despite living in an apartment within the Jokertown district, Ruby hadn’t gotten the nerve to venture out without the thick foundation and cover up she layered onto any exposed skin. She had gone without her contact lenses, though. Baby steps. Maybe if this went over alright then she could try going without makeup? Not every day and certainly not at work, but once in a while…? She’d already caught a few people doing double-takes. Save her pupils, Ruby’s eyes were white as milk with no real distinction between iris and white. Even her pupil was a bit fogged over, though it never effected her vision. It had led a few people to think she was blind though.
Coming up to the counter, Ruby ordered her small black coffee in a medium cup, dropped the appropriate change on the counter and headed outside to enjoy the early summer air. Her foot caught on something as she walked to the deck tables and chairs squeezed against the front of the store and she glanced down to find a wallet. A quick look around showed no one else to be sitting outside and the people who were walking by didn’t take notice.
“Well that’s shitty luck…” Putting her coffee down on one of the tables, Ruby picked up the wallet to see if there was ID or a number she could call.
If there was one thing Milo hated about his job - other than the fact he even had to take it - it had to be the fact that he only got about three or four hours of sleep before school when he had customers. And it wasn't even that he couldn't function at all with that little amount of sleep. It was more the fact that he knew the lack of sleep wasn't helping him work on his control. In any case, the fact that there was a good coffee shop near the Devil's Roulette saved Milo from falling asleep at school.
The barista knew him from his frequent visits in the mornings, and - bless her heart - had his usual espresso ready and waiting for him as soon as he walked in the door. He thanked her with a tired smile as he paid, then headed outside to attempt to enjoy the drink in the ten minutes he had before he absolutely had to be on his way to school. Milo slid into one of the wire chairs on the patio, relaxing with a deep sigh as he tilted his head back to look at the sky. The sun had been up for barely under an hour, so the sky above him was a light blue that was steadily getting deeper.
With a start, Milo realized he'd been drifting off in the chair, and was in danger of being late to school. He leapt off the chair and ran, tossing his empty cup in the trash as he passed by. He was both so out of it and in such a hurry, that he didn't realize he'd left his wallet behind until he'd gotten to the subway station. "Shit," he cursed, turning around and sprinting back the way he'd came, hoping no one had picked up his wallet and made off with it.
When he got back to the coffee shop, he saw a woman bent over his wallet, apparently searching through it. "Uhm, that's mine!" he called out, coming to a halt breathlessly just behind her.
