☀☾ ➝ Noah Edwards.

Noah David Edwards. twenty-four years old cook at Blue Moon Diner. Currently living in Brighton, UK.

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alexandraxduval:

“I guess you’re right,” Alex agreed; he was right, Poor the whole world. It was a sad reality they were living in, with terrorist attacks and wars and fear instilled in nearly every person on the planet, no matter how “safe” your country is. Alex could remember the attacks in Paris over the last few years, how a city known for its romantic atmosphere and love had been attacked just to prove a point. So she had to agree, poor the whole world. Because she knew the reality was that everyone was scared.

“I can take care of myself, have for a long time,” she added the last part almost in spite of her mother, knowing Meredith was glaring down at her from wherever she was right now, watching her every move. But it was true. Alex had practically raised herself, and when she left home she was fully in charge of her life, unlike before where it was more like 75%. So yeah, she could take care of herself just fine. “But thanks for the concern,” she said a second later, not wanting to sound like a complete asshole. “An art studio. Mostly paintings, but I draw a lot too.”

It was a really scary thought - the fact that the whole world seemed to be fighting each other because of differences that shouldn’t even be something that they should be fighting about. Noah remembered close to every terrorist attack the news had covered and it sent a shiver down his spine every time. Growing up, the new generation would see nothing but terrorism, death and horrible pictures on the TV because the world has lost its way. The mere thought that his sister Thalia would grow up in a world like this, absolutely disgusted him and he wished there was something he could do to make sure she’d be living in a place that was filled with happiness and love. She didn’t deserve anything less. 

I can take care of myself. Noah lifted his hands in a defensive manner. “Alright, sorry,” he mumbled and looked at the girl with raised brows. But thanks for the concern. Shrugging his shoulders, he mumbled a quiet, no worries and he licked lips lips absentmindedly as he looked at the ground, noticing a small pond of water next to his feet, having probably been made the night before as it had been raining pretty heavily. An art studio. Mostly paintings, but I draw a lot too. “Art studio, huh? Wow. Impressive.” 

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paintpoppys:

     Somewhere deep in Oliver, and perhaps maybe not so deep, he has a feeling that this male is lying straight through his teeth. Throwing a knife? Sounds like he wishes he were in some kind of science-fiction movie, throwing knives and killing vampire or werewolves. It takes nearly all of his self-control to not burst out into a fit of laughter just thinking about it. “Go ahead and call the police.” It comes out as more of a challenge that he’d had meant it to be, and it’s so far out of character that even he’s surprised that it’s left his lips. “I’m fucking precious, and let’s be honest here. Private property or not I’m not going to get arrested for stepping in to make a phone call.” Which is honestly, probably the truth ( there’s a record of a phone call on his phone just moments before he stepped in here, he doesn’t have any weapons, his face is adorable ). 

       One of these days his mouth is going to get the better of him, and it’s going to get him into trouble that he cannot find his way out of with his precious face. But until that day comes, he’s probably never going to learn and he’s still going to open his sarcastic mouth. “I didn’t creep up on you, also. If I had ended up sneaking in here, tip-toeing through the alleyway, and up behind you, tapping you on the shoulder, well then I would be sneaking.” He can’t help the roll of his eyes that follows the sentence, arms crossed over his chest. “I don’t know why you’re getting your knickers in a twist because I stepped in here and and started talking. Seems a little much to me.”

Go ahead and call the police. Noah raised both of his eyes and the male and moved his hand towards the back of his pocket, where his phone was, pulling it out and into plain view. The male raised both of his eyebrows at the words coming out from the other male, who was obviously not afraid of saying whatever he wanted. I’m fucking precious, and let’s be honest here. Private property or not I’m not going to get arrested for stepping in to make a phone call. “True, but then again, they would probably wonder why you would have to go into a private property to make a phone call, when you could have made the call out there,” Noah spoke and nodded towards the sidewalk behind him, where people walked past constantly. Shaking his head, he decided to not question it further. 

I didn’t creep up on you, also. If I had ended up sneaking in here, tip-toeing through alleyway and up behind you, tapping you on the shoulder, well then I would be sneaking. Rolling his brown eyes, Noah honestly couldn’t be bothered right now with a brat like this one, but he kept the words to himself. I don’t know why you’re getting your knickers in a twist because I stepped in here and started talking. Seems a little much to me. Noah swallowed the lump in his throat and cleared it, shaking his head as he shrugged his shoulders casually. “Yeah, well, that’s non of your business, now is it?” he spoke through gritted teeth. 

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kaileigh:

“Pleasure is mine, Noah,”Kai smiled as they shook hands, then took a sip of her coffee.”I feel like Hemingway’s stuff just means something different to everyone. That’s why I like it, it’s all up to someone’s interpretation, you know?” She could stand there and talk to the young man for hours about books, and it was always nice to have a little nerd out over books, even with random fellow readers she ran into at the bookstore despite her awkward personality.

“What other stuff do you like reading?” She asked, tucking a few locks of her blonde hair behind her ear. She was fidgeting a little, she knew, but that was mostly because nearly every encounter with another human always felt out of place to her. She really wasn’t the socialite type, but definitely wanted to make some friends in Brighton so she wouldn’t spend her time buried in books or work. She just had trouble with the whole ‘getting to know’ phase, because she pretty much kept to herself. Nonetheless, Kai wanted to give it a shot, offering a friendly smile to the young man in front of her.

Pleasure is mine, Noah. He chuckled and nodded while keeping his eyes locked on hers for a second as the two of them shook each other’s hands, before he watched as she took a sip of her coffee. I feel like Hemingway’s stuff just means something different to everyone. That’s why I like it. “Yeah. No, I -- I totally get what you mean, Kaileigh. I really like authors that can make you feel something, that can make you have discussions with others because it means something totally different to that person. To be honest, I feel like that’s what makes someone an amazing author, and not just good, when they manage to spark something inside of someone, you know?” Noah questioned quietly and chuckled softly as he stared at the woman in front of him. If there was one thing that Noah could talk about for hours, it was books. It was something that you could connect with everyone over. “I like how you can kind of make yourself your own little world, even if it’s just for a few hours out of the day. If you need to disappear a little bit, that’s what books are for.” 

What other stuff do you like reading? Tilting his head a little to the side, Noah looked at Kaileigh and chuckled. “Genres or authors? I really like Sylvia Plath? I don’t know if you know who she is, but she’s an American poet, novelist and short story writer back in the 1950-1960′s. Some of her poems are truly amazing! You should definitely check her out if you haven’t already, you won’t regret it,” he said and grinned as he looked at the blonde who stuffed her hair behind her ear. Turning on his heels, he walked towards where the store had her books, knowing fully well where they were and he pulled out his favorite, turning back towards Kaileigh, holding it out. “This one. This is my favorite.” Sylvia Plath’s release named Ariel was held out towards the female. 

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novembeir:

His hands shook with small tremors, the most minuscule of self-destructive earthquakes. His nerves felt like rocks running down his spinal chord. He would like to claim that he wasn’t spooked, but the rabbity beating of his heart and the blanched colour of his skin spoke volumes. He just about caught the lighter with his poor reflexes, retrieving the cigarette he’d hooked into place behind his ear and placing it between his lips instead. The warm glow of the small flame from the lighter bathed the inside of his palm as he cupped his hand around the cigarette to block out the wind and lit it. He hadn’t commented on anything so far, though he was wondering just slightly what this guy expected him to do with his lighter in the space of the minute - two minutes tops he’d be using it that would denote taking caution. He handed it back wordlessly, immediately moving to pull out his cigarette to release the first exhale. It was always the roughest on the back of his throat, even considering how much he smoked in a day. He snorted. It wasn’t even that late. To be fair on this guy, Nova’s paranoia had been feeding him the same spiel just minutes before, but all the same he found himself saying, “This area doesn’t really scare me. I go through here a lot. I’m friends with someone who works there.” His nose twitched, imperceptible in the dark, and he reached up with his free hand to rub over it before he was taking another drag. With an impassive little drug, he turned his gaze to the side, eyeing a dynamic shadow by the bins. Heads it’s a rat, tails it’s a kitten. Probably a rat. “And like, honestly, if I had to pick a place to get hacked to pieces, Blue Moon’s as good as any.”

Grabbing the lighter, he put it back into his pocket and took a deep breath as he felt it press against his thigh, which for some reason made him feel a little less anxious. This area doesn’t really scare me. I go through here a lot. I’m friends with someone who works here. “Oh, yeah? Who? I mean, who do you know that works here?” Noah questioned curiously, eyebrows raised and a suspicious expression on his face as he watched the other male take a drag of the cigarette. And like, honestly, if I had to pick a place to get hacked to pieces, Blue Moon’s as good as any. Staring at the male, Noah couldn’t help but burst into a fit of chuckles before he nodded and slowly made his way towards the staircase behind him. “I - I guess you’re right. Blue Moon is definitely not the worse place to go,” he spoke and hummed softly and he shook his head in an amused manner. 

“Anyway, you said you know someone who works here, right? Who?” he asked again, licking his lips absentmindedly. Turning on his heel, he looked at him, “Don’t worry though, I’m not going to kill you. It’s my day off,” he spoke and shrugged his shoulders, as a smirk appeared on his lips as he sat back down on the steps. 

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smoothindecision:

      There’s massive doubt in her mind that any of them would have a piano dropped on their head, or struck by a bus before one of them were to end up with some form of cancer from smoking or inhaling second hand smoke from a cigarette. In all of her life she’d never heard of anyone getting either of the first two options, but she’s heard of at least a handful of people that ended up the latter. “Well I doubt that we’re in a children’s cartoon and as long as we aren’t George O’Malley or Regina George I think the buses will hold off.” If it’s one thing she hates about herself, it’s her need to point out that cigarettes are bad ( usually she doesn’t preach to people about their habits, and even thinking about reminding him puts a bad taste in her mouth for more than one reason ). “Ah well…” Addison trails off, wondering whether or not it was really that obvious or if he was just really observant. “Oh, ya’know…just trying to escape from men who can’t take no for an answer. No big deal.” She shrugs once she’s finished, although it really is a big deal. There’s no reason that men or women have to take things to such extremes because they were turned down for a date or otherwise. “Just trying to slip out of view and there aren’t many shops around here.”

Well I doubt  that we’re in a children’s cartoon and as long as we aren’t George O’Malley or Regina George, I think the buses will hold off. Noah laughed and nodded, grinning slowly at the comparisons. Shaking his head, Noah lifted his shoulders as casually as humanly possible and decided that it would be the end of the conversation they had, knowing that she wouldn’t be able to make him stop smoking with the mere use of words. Ah well. Oh, ya know... Just trying to escape from men who can’t take no for an answer. “Ah, right. Yes, that’s - That’s definitely not a big deal,” he spoke and narrowed his eyes a little while he slowly raised his eyebrows a little, obviously knowing that it was a big deal. Just trying to slip out of view and there aren’t many shops around here. He nodded and let his tongue slide across his bottom lip. “Uh... Do you need help with anything? I mean, I’m sure I can knock him out if you need to,” he said and laughed with a teasing smile on his lips. 

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bettafitz:

elisabetta replied to his first comment with a thankful nod. it wasn’t surprising that she was never asked to sing on the microphone at school music concerts. her singing voice sounded quite terrible and even her humming sounded that way. though, it wasn’t a surprise that she was always asked to play the violin at school concerts. maybe her talent on the violin made up for her untalented singing voice. betta couldn’t tell if he stomped out the cigarette to be polite or if he actually was finished. either way, she didn’t mind. her dad was almost always smoking from a pipe, cigar, or cigarette.

it wasn’t abnormal for betta to be walking around town this late. she often has trouble sleeping and finds herself wandering around brighton with no particular place to go. “I know, but I know how to avoid the sketchy places,” she commented, with a small smile. it was true, although she’d only been living in brighton for a month or so, betta figured out how to navigate the streets this late. “thank you! that was my song. I just came up with it on the way over so it’s definitely not my best,” betta replied with a small chuckle. “I usually get my best ideas this late at night.”

For some reason, Noah listened to the words coming from the stranger’s mouth, especially as she said she knew how to avoid the sketchy places and it made him chuckle softly along with her as she gave him a small smile. Tilting his head a little to the side, he noticed how gentle her smile was and it made him feel a little more at ease. Having thrown the cigarette onto the ground, he stepped onto it and watched the ash splash across the ground and the grumble on the ground surrounded the white filter from the cigarette he had been smoking earlier on. Lifting his head, his brown eyes stared at the blonde. Thank you! That was my song. I just came up with it on the way over so it’s definitely not my best. 

Chuckling softly, Noah shrugged his shoulders casually and moved his hand to rub the back of his neck absentmindedly. I usually get my best ideas this late at night. “Well, it sounds good,” he commented and nodded, looking at her, while shrugging his shoulders. “I personally get my best ideas in the middle of the night, too. That’s usually when I come up with ideas for new recipes and whatnot,” he spoke and nodded as he thought back to the million times before when he had been up all night, just because he had been thinking about something he could add to a pasta recipe and he hadn’t been able to fall asleep until he did something about it. So, he could definitely recognize himself in what she was saying. 

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Sometimes I tell myself I'm okay, I repeat it like a mantra. I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay. Because I'm afraid if I stop, even just for a moment, I will drown in all the reasons I am not.

moonshinemonty.

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I’m home from my birthday weekend! Will unpack then reply! x

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She hides away, like a ghost. Does she know that we bleed the same? Don’t wanna cry but I break that way. She was carried up into the clouds, high above; if you’re there, I bleed the same. If you're scared I'm on my way.

SYML.

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novembeir:

A pained sigh escaped him in a rasp of air barely louder than the wind as soon as the line went dead. It was cold out, the air sinking claws into his aching bones. He lowered his phone from his ear in defeat, pocketing it and taking out a cigarette and his lighter. His eyes were burning slightly, but if called out on it, he would say something got in his eye. He placed the cigarette between his parted lips, his damp eyelashes fanning over his cheeks as he blinked rapidly. Whatever. S’cool. Fuck it. He reassured himself mentally on repeat, trying to dial down the nerves that were building a wildfire in his chest. Then as a cherry on top of a fucking amazing night, he rolled his thumb to light his cigarette and — nothing.

He rolled it over again, and again until his thumb felt a little too raw before chucking the lighter with a frustrated groan. He stared at it for a moment on the ground, eyes narrowing slightly into a glare before he felt bad and bent down to pick it up again. Litter and all that. He pulled his cigarette out of his mouth, tucking it behind his ear instead and began walking a little aimlessly in hopes of spotting someone and asking for a lighter. He shoved his shaking hands into the pockets of his long, oversized jacket and started on a brisk walk, coming to a slow stop when he found someone sitting in the back area of the diner. It was dark save from the street lamps 20 paces away and the lonely bulb over the STAFF ONLY door leading into the diner. He was just about working up the courage to go over. The chances of the person being any kind of a danger was like 4 in 10, or something. Most likely, it was an employee or something. Okay. Before he could really work up his nerves, the person spoke first, making him nearly jump out of his skin. His eyes grew wide and wild before he was dropping his gaze to the floor. He could hear his thundering heartbeat in his ears, but he squared his shoulders like he was fine. “Sorry,” He mumbled, a little too quietly given the distance between them and stepped forward. He kept his gaze averted and once he was close enough he opened his mouth again, “Was just gonna ask if you have a light.”

As he stood up and turned on his heels, Noah looked at the male who stood in front of him and honestly, it kind of looked like Noah had startled him, which was surprising as it had been him who had been sneaking up on him. He had a feeling it hadn’t been intentional though. Sorry. Tilting his head to the side, Noah narrowed his eyes a little and stared at the stranger who had joined him. Why did people always think that walking into a dark alley was a good idea? Did they have a death wish on them or something? Honestly, sometimes human beings confused him more than anything else. Was just gonna ask if you have a light. Noah huffed and continued to stare at him, until he reached into his pocket and pulled out the lighter he had himself used not long ago. “Here you go,” he spoke and threw the lighter at the male. “Careful with that though, it’s the only one I got,” he mumbled and walked back towards the staircase, sitting down at it. “Can I ask you something?” Noah questioned and turned on his heels, looking at him. “Why on Earth did you think that going into a dark alley was a good idea? For all you know, I could have just been lurking around, waiting for someone to kill,” Noah spoke and shrugged his shoulders as casually as possible while dropping the cigarette stomping it with his foot. 

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winonahayes:

looking over, winona raised her eyebrows. she was pretty sure he worked here - at least, she’d seen him working plenty of times before - so she wasn’t exactly sure why he wasn’t taking her order like she was sure he was supposed to. it’d been a long day, she had to agree, and she was too damn tired, so she didn’t bother to make any comment about it like she normally would. instead, she leaned forward on her elbows, keeping her gaze locked on the male beside her. “christmas and new years is bullshit,” she replied, her voice falling in a monotone. “holidays aren’t my thing.” 

she wrinkled her nose as she watched him eat. part of her was even tempted to reach over and steal the food from him, considering she couldn’t even remember how long it’d been since she last ate anything, but she figured it’d be best to keep her paws to herself. 

Christmas and New Years is bullshit. Noah raised an eyebrow at the words falling from the dark-haired woman’s lips. And honestly, he didn’t like the holidays too much either. Sure, he didn’t hate them nor did he love them. Noah didn’t really care basically. Holidays aren’t my thing. Licking his lips absentmindedly and he hummed, nodding his head along with it as he looked down at the plate of food that he had in front of him. In the corner of his eye, he could see her wrinkle her nose as he ate. Clearing his throat, he looked up and knew that it would probably take some time before the food would be ready as it was a pretty busy day for the cooks and they were also understaffed, so, for some reason, pushed the plate towards the female and nodded at it. “Want some of the fries?” he questioned and held onto the cheeseburger he had made. “They’re pretty busy in there, so who knows when they’ll be done with your order,” he spoke and took a large bite of his hamburger. 

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smoothindecision:

      It doesn’t happen very often, and especially not during the waking hours when there are plenty people walking the streets to see it  — but evidently whoever was following here didn’t care. She’d been walking back from meeting a friend for lunch when she noticed him following behind her, the same guy she had turned down previously when she’d originally left the lunch establishment. As soon as the words had left her mouth it was pretty apparent that he hadn’t been happy with the outcome, and was determined to convince her otherwise. Luckily for her she’d taken plenty of self-defense courses, and she knew how to scream if it did come to that; growing up with an older brother meant she was forced into fighting her way out of situations plenty of times. But she was hoping it wouldn’t have come to that. 

      There are a decent number of people on the streets, which makes it easier to zig-zag between groups of people to hopefully hide which direction she’s heading in, but for good measure she doesn’t head home. She’d picked up the pace quite a bit since she noticed he was behind her, and had to make a quick decision. Either she could keep walking in whatever direction, and then head back to her apartment, or she could slip into somewhere and call someone to come and get her. The latter option is chosen, and Addison finds her way into an open space between two buildings with a side door and a few people standing directly near the opening. Her cell phone is out and her pocket as soon as her back is pressed to the wall, speaking into the phone as quickly as she could so her ride could come and get her. Just on the off chance that the man was waiting outside the entrance she had raised her voice just so they would know that someone was coming to get her. Being so caught up in her own head she hadn’t even realized that there was someone else in here, clearly trying to relax. “Those things will kill you, ya’know.”

Those things will kill you, ya’know. Noah stared at the blonde, narrowing his eyes a little as he had noticed how she seemed a little.... Uneasy? If you could put it like that. It definitely seemed like there were more to her just walking into the alleyway that he was smoking in. Licking his bottom lip, he laughed and looked at the cigarette in between his fingers and he nodded. “Ah, you’re right, but then again, babe, you can get a piano dropped on you at any time. Hell, you can walk in front of a bus and instantly be killed. I think I’ll have a better chance with these,” he spoke and lifted the cigarette to his lips, taking a deep drag of the poisonous stick he had become pretty much addicted to. In a way, it was his drug. One that he had a lot of trouble quitting. It eased things, made him relax a little, if that even made sense. Letting the cigarette rest in-between his lips, he tilted his head as he stepped towards the girl. “So, mind if I ask you why you’re in a dark alleyway? To me, it kind of looks like you’re hiding? I highly doubt that alleyways are somewhere you should ply hide and seek in,” he spoke sarcastically and with a playful smile on his lips. 

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bettafitz:

unlike last year, this holiday season seemed to go quite well for elisabetta. she spent christmas with her family and new years eve with her friends, having a spectacular time at both events. thankfully, the christmas celebration hardly involved any gossip about betta. last year her family wouldn’t stop asking her questions about why she was taking a gap year and why she denied a full scholarship to julliard. this year there were only whispers and vague comments. she thought that this meant being out of the spotlight of the gathering, but she was wrong. her aunt gave her an impromptu request to perform multiple christmas songs on the violin for her whole family. apparently her shaky performance was breathtaking and her family couldn’t shut up about it. it certainly didn’t go as planned. 

the lovely weather inspired betta to go for a long walk. she found herself taking longer walks more often, usually to clear her head or to just get out of her apartment. she usually didn’t have a set destination (like today) and just wanders around until she feels tired enough to go back home. sometimes on her walks, she’ll get random inspiration for a new violin piece. exactly that happened today. the tune came to her rather randomly and surprisingly it was quite good. betta stopped in front of the building she was passing by to write down the notes on her phone and to take a recording of her humming the tune. although she certainly wasn’t the best singer, it would help her remember it when she got back home. after she finished the recording she heard a voice coming from behind her. she quickly turned and gave him an apologetic smile. “oh, hi, sorry! I didn’t think anybody was around. apologies you had to hear that mess.”

Noah had raised an eyebrow towards the voice, as the blonde apologized and said that she hadn’t thought that anybody was actually around. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he felt his shoulders drop a little bit and the frown on his lips disappeared as he didn’t want to come across as an asshole, although he could kinda be one every now and then. Oh, hi, sorry! I didn’t think anybody was around. Apologies you had to hear that mess. “It’s okay,” he spoke as nonchalantly as possible and stuffed his hands into his pockets after having dropped the cigarette to the ground. stomping on it and killing it. 

“And it wasn’t a mess. It was nice,” he spoke and swallowed, nodding his head before tilting it backwards and looking at the unknown female. “I don’t think that walking around in dark alleys are a good idea though,” Noah said and smiled at the girl weakly, shrugging his shoulders as he leaned against the brick wall. “Especially not all on your own. Who knows what kind of people, or creatures, you can meet in a dark alley,” he continued and looked down at his feet. “It - It sounded nice though.Is it your song?” he questioned curiously, still a little shocked and surprised that someone would wander around Brighton’s alleys so late. 

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paintpoppys:

     Sometimes his mouth ends up getting him into trouble, and it seems like today is going to be one of those days. Oliver had already been on edge all day, with his fathers birthday coming up, he had been trying to get some time off from work so he and his grandparents could go and visit the grave site together, but he’d been having some issues. On top of that he wasn’t exactly getting along with his new roommate, which made it hard for him to go home and relax after any stressful situations, and on TOP of that he’d had to pay for a new remote starter for his car after he lost his keys on the beach. To say that he wasn’t in the mood for someone to start acting like they owned the open area outside of the diner, was a complete understatement. It takes everything in his power not to just go off on the male. 

      After ending his face time call with one of his friends from back home, Oliver pockets his phone and turns around to match the face to the voice. His eyes narrow, lips pulling themselves into a bit of a line, and he looks around the open space. “Oh, I’m sorry I thought this was a public space.” On any other day of the week he might have been a little less bitchy, and a little more forgiving, but when he’d stepped around the diner to make the call he had been the only person here — so really, he’s the one that should be saying something. “Wasn’t aware that I needed to whisper while I was outside. Next time I’ll try and keep my voice down for you, maybe get you a pair of ear plugs so you don’t have to listen to other people having normal conversations.” There’s a one hundred percent chance that Oliver is overreacting….just a bit.

Oh, I’m sorry I thought this was a public area. Noah crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow at the other male’s response while he felt the apron he’d been wearing slightly falter down his legs but they didn’t fall off completely which could have been slightly awkward and uncomfortable to say the least. “Well, yes, but this is private property. Only staff members are supposed to be back here, so in a way, you’re trespassing, but if you want, we can totally call the police and have them decide,” Noah spoke confidently and narrowed his eyes a little at the male, rolling them as he honestly wasn’t up for someone acting like a brat. Especially as it had been them making a mistake and not him. 

Wasn’t aware that I needed to whisper while I was outside. Next time I’ll try and keep my voice down for you, maybe get you a pair of ear plugs so you don’t have to listen to other people having normal conversations. And at that, Noah started to laugh which was obviously not appropriate. “First of all, kudos for the comeback,” Noah spoke, slightly impressed, “And secondly, I didn’t say you needed to whisper, man, but you also shouldn’t creep up on strangers. Hell, for all you know, I could have had my kitchen knife with me, and honestly, if I hadn’t heard you, I would have with ease thrown that knife at your head,” he said and shrugged his shoulders, putting it a little out there, although it was the truth. 

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alexandraxduval:

“Oh don’t even get me started on the mess they’ve got over there,” Alex couldn’t help but laugh; she had friends in America from school and from her time spent traveling when she was eighteen, and all of them were in agreement that America was in for a shit storm. While Alex had always loved the idea of America and often considered moving there after college, she was happy she had stayed away. “Poor Americans.”

Catching a whiff of the smoke from the stranger’s cigarette, Alex instantly thought of her mother; Meredith had never been a heavy smoker, but once in a while when she was feeling stressed she would open a pack and have a cigarette or two. The last face to face conversation Alex had with her mother, she was smoking a cigarette. Hearing the stranger’s question she snapped out of her thoughts, clearing her throat. “My studio’s right there,” she pointed to where she had come from. “It’s just faster to walk through this way than around the block to the diner, you know?”

Noah laughed and shook his head, when the two of them had spoken about how his home country was basically shooting themselves in the foot as of late. He had even tried to get both his Dad and his sister to come over and live with him, but his Dad couldn’t afford it and they had the rest of the family back in America. They couldn’t abandon them, either. They had lost enough. Noah knew his grandparents kind of felt like he had walked out on the family, especially after his mother’s death and him moving away but they didn’t know the full story. They didn’t know what he had been through, what he had to do to make sure his mother wasn’t in any pain when his Dad, and her husband, had completely failed to step up to the task. As much as Noah loved his Dad, he was definitely still a little resentful that Noah, who was a teenager, had to take care of his sick mother the way he had. Poor Americans. “Poor the whole world, to be honest,” he added.

My studio’s right there. He looked in the direction that she pointed and he nodded his head slowly. It’s just faster to walk through this way than around the block tot he diner, you know? Humming, Noah nodded and dropped the cigarette to the ground, stomping on top of it and killing it before putting one of his hands onto the back of his neck. “You should be careful though, I mean, walking around in dark alley ain’t exactly the best idea, especially not with all of the shitty stuff people are doing lately,” he said and lifted his brown eyes to look at the female in front of him. “Studio? What kind?” he questioned curiously.