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“And memories fall As the fire is getting cold.”

skylarparrish:

“Oh, well. No? My parents are both older than you. I think. Unless you’re aging _super _well,” she rushed to spare him from his rambling. Not that she was any better, especially in social situations. Most of her friends came from larping and roleplaying. “Pro tip though, talking like that may make it seem like you’re twenty years older than you are. Although, you didn’t call me a hippie or a mod, so you’re not stuck in the past generations.” Apparently when she started, she couldn’t stop. Her cheeks turned a shade darker once she realised what she was doing. “How about we start with, hello. I’m Skylar.”

‘‘I think that is actually a good idea, so hello to you to I’m Oliver. Skylar, that’s not a name your that hear often but I actually recently had a new patient name Skyler. I probably shouldn’t have said that you might know him and there’s this thing called doctor patient confidentiality. I’m a psychologist and unfortunately there is still a stigma on having mental health problems. It’s like people are still afraid of anyone who’s not ‘‘normal’’. And what’s ‘‘normal’’, honestly give me one of my patients over these stuck up ass jerks any day. It’s just that sadly enough I often see patients getting rejected by there families. And I just can’t stand that, in my opinion they are the crazy ones.’’ Oliver took a deep breath and realized he was probably only bothering this girl. ‘‘I’m sorry, you probably came here to eat or drink something in peace. And not to listen to some crazy guy rambling on about things you probably don’t even care about.’’

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finniganmccormick:

“Ye were givin’ yer coffee a disappointed look.” It was good to see that his decision to slip in and sit down with him was being well received. “This place had the best coffee. I always get coffee ‘fore goin’ t’the farmer’s market.”

‘‘The farmers market, that’s actually a pretty good idea’’. Last time Oliver checked his fridge was pretty empty, so he could use some fresh products. He took a sip from his coffee and wondered where this guy was from because he was pretty heard an familiar accent. ‘‘I’m sorry to ask but you didn’t grew up in the States did you?’’

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skylarparrish:

The cafe seemed to be over flowing with people at lunch time. Her lunch break from the veterinary clinic wasn’t super long so she couldn’t be her regular nervous self. There was no room to sit by herself so she would have to share a table. The mass of oldies evacuating the place was worrying and she quickly slipped into the closest seat, not noticing that it was already occupied. It was either nerves or anxiety that made her stay once she had noticed him. Clearing her throat, she spoke up. “Is it… I’m sorry, is it okay if I sit here? It’s so busy and I only have a little while for lunch.”

‘‘Oh hey there, of course I don't mind and I would be a pretty terrible person if I made you stand up. I like to think that I'm at least a little more decent then that. And I don't know if you noticed but I just spent my afternoon talking to old people. Well you probably think that I'm an old person right? I mean I am an old person in comparison to you , but I’m not great grandfather old’’ Oliver realized he was rambling. ‘‘I'm sorry, I just wanted to say after spending my afternoon with the elderly it's refreshing to see a young face.’’ Oliver sighed, he wasn’t the best at talking, listing though that was his strength and the reason why he became a psychologist.

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He’d made a promise to Cara to at least try and be outgoing. He had been, years ago, but now he was more reserved, even though he didn’t exactly enjoy spending most of his free time alone or driving his little sister mad. That was why he took a seat across from the man, coffee cup in hand and a smile on his face. “It’s too nice’a day fer ye t’look lonely. Mind if I join ya?”

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‘‘No, no of course not I don’t mind the company at all. And do I really look that lonely, is it like written on my face? Because I thought I was a little bit better at hiding it.’’He said laughing. Oliver was actually really surprised by this young man because usually nobody notices him, just another middle aged man sitting alone at in a cafe drinking coffee. ‘‘So what brings you here on a Sunday afternoon?’’

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Oliver took a sip from his coffee and tried to understand why he was here, drinking coffee with elderly people. But then he remembered it was because his dad asked him to. When his father was still alive they always met on Sundays, they took a walk or went out for coffee. And his father wanted other people to have that too. But sitting at a cafe with a group of old women wasn’t exactly how Oliver wanted to spent his Sunday. Luckily they were just leaving but to be honest that wasn’t much better, because now he was alone.