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“Oh! Oh okay..” Emily obviously didn’t understand jokes. “Terrifying.. and yes, it was. It was like this big.. disgusting looking thing that came out of nowhere. Some people.. like wow. I don’t get them and now I’m just gonna be scarred for life.”
Nessa shuddered, trying to shake off even the idea of getting something like that. “I never saw the appeal of them. It’s not exactly something pretty to look at. I’d rather get a picture of a kitten or puppy.”
“I guess this place gets crowded very easily,” she said, smiling at her. “No problem, I’d hate if you drooled in that,” she said, pointing at the drawing that was on her table.
“It’s a popular place, it’s one of my favourites actually.” she admitted. Looking down, she smiled, “It’s still unfinished. I can’t seem to get the nose right. Are you an artist?”
Ian laughed softly. “Seriously, am I that bad of company that you fall asleep on me?” He smiled, over his laptop. He was working on a few things from after his trip that he asked Nessa to get some coffee with him.
She smiled sleepily, yawning, “It’s the jet lag, I promise it’s nothing to do with you. I find you very interesting.” she teased, sitting up and stretching. “How was your trip? I think I fell asleep somewhere at the beginning...”
“The city’s got a way reeling you in again when you’re thinking of leaving, right?” He missed home but suspected that he somehow would miss Montreal more if he returned now. “Please, Nessa.” Shaking his head, his smile became wider. “I’ve only been here a few months, I live in Mont Royal.”
“It really does.” she said, looking around the cafe fondly, a place she frequented pretty often. “It’s amazing, I’m still discovering new places. Just when I see it all, something else pops up.” She felt like she had finally stopped running from something, or had found it in Montreal. “Funny, that’s where I live too, but I really have turned into a hermit lately, trying to get some work done.”
“People watch? I’ve heard about it and I’ve done something similar for my job – not by watching people, but I’ve sometimes spent a day or so around the shops or companies I’m supposed to code for.” It helped build up the website they were after to work it after its actual costumers. “Do you work with art?”
“I guess it sounds a little creepy... But I think people are so candid when they think nobody is watching.” Nessa paused for a moment, “Okay, that still somehow sounds creepy....” She laughed, never very good at explaining things. “Code? That’s cool. I really only know to do basic html for my website and got a friend to do the rest. What places have you coded for?” She shrugged, slowly nodding her head. “I do. Paint mostly, but sometimes I sketch, people mostly.” Although she hadn’t in weeks.
“You know there’s a couch in the back if you need to sleep,” Robyn said with concern.
Nessa looked around, remembering where she was. “Oh no... How long was I asleep for? Was I drooling?” she asked, picking off a stray piece of paper that clung to her cheek. “No, I think I’m okay now, slept enough...” she answered with a laugh.
“I’m still not a huge fan, but I see the way your face changes when you talk about her. You’re helplessly in love and I can’t deny you from being that happy.” Ian admitted. He wasn’t really on board and he would always be worried that Callisto was going to hurt his best friend, but he did see the love that the two of them shared. “Crabs is the least of my worries. But I’m good. Promise.” He smiled. “So it is mind-blowing.”
Nessa understood that he just wanted to protector her and keep her from feeling that hurt again. She would do the exact thing for him. She rolled her eyes at him, “Yes, it’s pretty damn mind-blowing, pinnacle of my sexual experiences. But it’s not all about sex. I just feel like she’s my soul mate. Have you ever heard the story of how humans were born conjoined to their soul mates and Zeus was afraid and split them down the middle, and now were aimlessly wandering the earth trying to find our other part. She’s my other part.”
Made of Stone | Nessito
Callisto grabbed on to Nessa, holding her tightly against herself. “You’re going to have to think about it once more when we go to the police department. They still need your statement. But I’m going to be right next to you the whole time. I’m not going anywhere. I got you.” She said softly, letting the last part come out as a whisper. “Then we can go back to your apartment and I’ll hold you until you don’t want to be held anymore, or till you have to pee. Either or. Maybe I can make up a bath or something.”
Nessa laughed a little, holding onto Calli a little tighter. “I love you so much... I’m so glad you’re here. I really couldn’t do this alone right now.” Nessa nodded, “A bath might be nice, as long as you’re in it with me.”
“It’s fine,” Sydney said with a small smile before she bent to pick up the cup of coffee. “I’m sorry I woke up, but the place is full and there was an empty seat here. I didn’t mean to bother you,” she said, placing some of her papers on the table.
It took a moment for Nessa to catch up, but she nodded, moving her things out of the way. “It wasn’t busy when I fell asleep.” she said, laughing, “I’m glad you woke me up actually, I was probably starting to drool.”
Martin breathed out, glad he hadn’t bumped into someone with a temper. “Oh yeah… uh, it’s fine. I – “ he glanced around the room, realizing there weren’t that many other tables left to rest at anyway. Maybe striking up a chat wouldn’t be so bad? “Thank you, I’m Martin.” With a nod, he removed the bag from his shoulder and sat down on the chair across, his eyes landing on the work scattered around the girl. “Are you working on a project?”
She gave him a friendly smile as he took a seat, then looking down at the mess of papers scattered in front of her. “You could say that.” she said, pulling her sketch book out and laying it on top of the letter’s in front of her. “I really came here to people watch, try to get this sketch right that I’ve been working on.”
Tucker furrowed his eyebrows at her statement a little. “Now you make me sound like a creep,” the man said while moving his head in an affirmative a couple of times. “And I wonder what in our past interactions made you think I was such. But, to address to your question,” he trailed off. “I guess you can say it was just luck. I was just passing by after getting my own drink when you nearly fired yours at me,” he clarified. “Yeah, sure, why not? I mean, what’s the worst impression I can cause on you, right?”
“I think it’s just a go to reaction when I wake up to someone staring at me. I call my girlfriend a creep when she does that too, if that makes you feel better.” she assured him, smirking. “Sorry about that again... Well as long as you don’t tell me you dress up as a mascot for fun.”
Sitting on the table right next to the sleeping woman, Lucy couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle at the way she woke up. Which soon died out in a smile. “You don’t have to worry dear, you were quite in a slumber there, I didn’t want to bother you. Are you alright?”
Nessa looked around, smiling at the woman sitting a table over. “It’s the best I’ve slept in a while, thank you for leaving me. Wait, was a drooling?” she asked, quickly checking her lips. “Just haven’t been sleeping much lately, but after that little siesta, I’m feeling great!”
Made of Stone | Nessito
Callisto gently placed her hand against Nessa’s cheek. She wanted desperately to be able to comfort her girlfriend in any way that she could. She just knew that she wasn’t allowed to climb onto gurney and hold her. “You are a little. But they are going to patch you up.” She said softly. Her heart started breaking even more as tears started coming down her eyes again. “Oh thank God.” She said softly. “I love you. And no one is going to touch you like that again.”
Goose bumps rose on her arms, feeling sick to her stomach at the memory. She didn’t want the flashbacks, she just wanted to put it in a box and never think about it again. “I love you too.” she murmured, “I was scared, but it’s over. We don’t need to think about it again...”
He chuckled, shaking his head. “No, no. Not very creative, myself. I’m actually…” He slowed down, worrying at his lip as he seemed to debate what to say. “…An emergency dispatcher. Looking into other jobs as well.” He held back on saying ‘EMT’, knowing he couldn’t go back into that job again. Not after his accident. He smiled slightly. “But drawing must be… well, I imagine just as difficult as anything else. Good days and bad days, yeah?”
“An emergency dispatcher? Wow, that must get really intense! On behalf of those of us that call 911, thank you.” she said, giving him a small smile. Looking down at her sketchbook she sighed, grinning, “You don’t know how right you are actually. People usually think artists are always inspired, but I get these blocks that can take forever to get through.”
Realising that she had actually been sleeping, Erik chuckled softly, sitting down opposite her. “Here? As in here, here?” Of course it was as in here, here. Where else? “It has, I live here too, I’m finishing my PhD at the university.”
Nessa laughed, “Yes, here, here. I didn’t really realize how long this stop was going to be, but I haven’t fallen out of love with the city yet.” She smiled, immensely proud of Erik. “That’s amazing. Still putting us all to shame. How long have you been in town?”
“That’s good – that’s a handy skill.” Killian cracked a smile, noting it down in the binder he had opened up. The humour she showed was something he appreciated. Those who barely let out a word wouldn’t do well in a pub filled with drunken men. “A good cook? If ye’r interested, I really need tha’ spot taken. It’s better than hirin’ a third party, but only if ye’r comfortable with it.” Killian spoke, eyeing the woman as he took a glass and a bottle, already filling up her drink. “We offer a choice of iconic dishes, such as hand battered fish & chips and traditional pie selection to a selection of signature beef burgers. Aside from tha’ we also have sharing platters, sandwiches and wraps. The menu is on ye’r right.”
Nessa furrowed her brows, thinking about it carefully for a moment. Although she had never cooked for more than a couple people at a time, she was good under pressure. Besides, how much food could people actually order at a bar? Taking the menu, she looked at it, feeling more confident, she could definitely do this. “I’d love to be the cook. Do you need me to make you something to prove that I’m good? Cause I make a killer burger.”
