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thouscndways‌:

rain. emelie liked the rain. it left the cafe a little emptier than usual which she always welcomed. plus, a nice cup of tea always felt more soothing on a rainy day, so she would sneak sips in between serving customers and taking orders. she only hoped the rain would stop before her shift ended. even though it felt cozy indoors, it looked miserable out there, and she was unprepared to face the storm.

she wasn’t alone in that situation.

during a particularly quiet time, where only a handful of customers were around, already served drinks and food, a young man burst in, soaked to the bone. it startled emelie, and she turned her attention to the door quickly, noticing how drenched the man looked.

“no. the nearest chocolate shop is several blocks away,” she explained, before realizing she definitely didn’t want to send the man off back in the miserable weather. “we sell baked goods, though,” she quickly added, gesturing to the menu. “and if you need to warm up we have hot drinks…”

she felt like she was being to pushy now. she decided to be quiet for now. he probably wasn’t interested.

Monty looked back through the window at the rain outside. Then back to the interior of the cafe. It was dry, warm, and inviting. He could smell the previously mentioned baked goods.

As much as he wanted to get the chocolates as quickly as possible, he wouldn’t be much good in his state. In fact, the rain would probably soak through the box and soak the treats. So he figured a detour to a cafe couldn’t possibly do too much harm.

“Well...if you don’t mind the mess I’m making with all this rain water,” he began, stepping closer and finding a seat at a stool. “I have to say -- a cup of hot coffee does sound like it would be incredibly satisfying at the moment.” He gave a polite smile, pulling his wallet out. Thankfully, its contents had been somewhat protected with the combined layers of his pocket and the wallet itself.

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rapscallicns‌:

“Nope, most definitely isn’t. This is a piano studio - my piano studio. The chocolate shop I think you’re looking for is a few streets down that way.”

She’d looked up from her laptop, precariously balanced on top of the lid of a closed baby grand, when the doors opened - the weather report had looked abysmal, so she’d sent word to all her students that all lessons were canceled and it wasn’t necessary to come to her cozy corner studio that afternoon. Eliza hadn’t been expecting anyone that day, but she’d stayed behind just in case anyone missed the memo. The man that had walked in was not one of her students - but, true to the news reports, he was creating a rather large puddle on her carpet. The weathermen were right, it was a torrent outside.

“Um, it’s probably not worth the money to call a cab - I bet they charge extra right now, but you’re welcome to wait here till the rain stops. Or I could lend you an umbrella?” She had a few spares stashed in a little cabinet in the back. Not that the umbrella would’ve done much against the relentless downpour. She thought she saw a little river snake along the sidewalk.

“In any case, probably not the best idea to be outside right now, unless you’re prepared for a bad cold.”

“Ah. So it is. And a fine studio it is -- and I’m getting rainwater all over the floor! Terribly sorry!” He scampered backwards -- trying to get himself as close to the door as possible without having to actually leave the building and succumb himself to the elements.

He sighed. Even if he left and braved the storm in order to get the chocolates, the rain would probably soak through the box before he could even get them into a vehicle -- assuming a cab did come and he could even find it. With his luck, he would probably try to enter some poor stranger’s car.

“I’m afraid I might just have to take up your offer of waiting it out here. I don’t want to impose -- especially since I’ve already inconvenienced you by interrupting and getting water on your carpet -- but I’m not sure an umbrella would be very effective against this rain. And you’re probably right about the cab.”

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hcwaboutadance‌:

“Yes well I did talk about sabotaging his date because during our relationship he had affairs with three different women, two of those at the same time, and when I confronted him he threw a vase at me. At least I only talked about sabotaging his date. He also knows exactly that I work here. There´s a billion diners in New York City where he could have gone.”

“Ah. Well. That’s a different matter, then,” Monty responded, leaning back in his seat. “Him being prone to cheating and violence -- and potential stalking? -- is very different than him being just an ex you don’t get along with.” The man shrugged and sipped at his tea. “If it’s a matter of safety, maybe warning his date is the right course of action? I’m afraid I don’t really have all that much experience in the matter.”

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Monty didn’t bother asking questions. All he knew was that his friend needed chocolates, and by god, he was going to get some for her.

The only problem was, it was raining so hard it was difficult to see more than five feet in front of his face. He could only hope he was on the right street when he thanked and paid his cab driver. He stepped onto the curb, only to realize he was on the wrong side of the street. He realized he must’ve looked somewhat odd to the strangers who could see him as he made a dramatic turn around to go the other way and cross the street (really, he blamed his long limbs.)

Finally, he made it to the store. Rain dripping off of his coat, he opened the door with extreme confidence that faded almost immediately.

“Well. This isn’t the chocolate shop.”

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hcwaboutadance‌:

“I wish it didn´t have to be awkward. You know how people say they get along well with their ex? Somehow that´s never been me. Maybe I just get with the wrong guys all the time.”

“I mean -- and I hope you don’t mind my saying this. These may very well be just the ramblings of a stranger’s poor attempt at advice -- if you’re the common denominator in all your failed relationships, including your interactions after you break up, have you ever considered taking a look at your own behavior? You did just talk about actively sabotaging his date.”

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romanticinterestsabound‌:

“Monty, you are a terrible liar,” she said, a tiny blush forming on her face. “But, like I said, I’m flattered.” She continued to work on her paper, but even she had to admit Monty himself was a distraction.

Monty shrugged, looking rather sheepish in response to the accusations. “I can be a decent liar. You’re just too good at reading me.”

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kingstr

“I’m flattered, truly, but you staring at me is very distracting.”

lastoneyoudexpect

“Oh. Was I staring? Sorry about that. I swear it wasn’t intentional.”

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hcwaboutadance‌:

“Or ice cream. I prefer that. But I´d prefer not serving him at all. I could slip that woman a note to tell her to run as fast as she can from that idiot.”

“Awkwardly having to deal with your ex at your workplace is one thing, but I’m certain the ‘standard protocol’ avoids intentional sabotage.” Monty replied. “Maybe stick with the ice cream solution for now?”

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hcwaboutadance‌:

“So. What´s the protocol for seeing your Ex come into your work place with a date? Asking for a friend.”

“I understand it’s standard to put on a smile until you get off work and get to go home and drown it in the necessary amount of alcohol.”

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