Though this was the first time they had spoken, he knew who she was and not because of his ability. Marilyn had been the talk of the town as she was the first normie to be allowed to teach at Nevermore. Every little old lady in their gossip circles were talking about the newest member of faculty at the freak show of a school. He paid no mind to the murmurs ( he knew the school did good and he was proof of that ) and went about his way most days. But even he had been surprised to learn of the redhead getting a teaching position especially since he thought that wasn’t allowed.
“Me too,” he mused with a small chuckle, arms coming to fold across his chest. It beat having to run all over town and further out of town so he’d take the slow day as a win. His attention, however, was solely on Marilyn Thornhill and getting to know her; he always had been forward when someone caught his eyes. “I’ll meet ya over there,” he nodded with a bright smile, noting the smirk she had.
Jason turned to look towards the menu, now second guessing his usual order. “Yes ma’am,” he murmured with a grin, giving Marilyn another nod as he watched her walk off before attention returned to the menu. It only took another couple minutes before he finally got his own coffee ( he decided against being adventurous for today ) as well as two fresh baked donuts; he could have easily eaten two dozen by himself. Once he had acquired his breakfast, the deputy came over to the booth and joined the teacher, sliding in across from her. “They looked so good I had ta get two,” he chuckled, plate placed in front of him before he picked one up and took a bite, groaning slightly at the taste.
Swallowing the bite in his mouth, remembering his manners, he wiped his mouth before he spoke again, “So, Marilyn, are ya from around here or a transplant like myself?”
IT CERTAINLY WASN’T OFTEN THAT SHE GOT HIT ON, most of the time whenever she wanted someone to hit on her they ignored her entire existence. So this was somehow a nice change of pace that she hadn’t expected. Still, she had to be careful. Especially when considering two very important facts ; that 1. he was an outcast and 2. he was a deputy of the town. There were other reasons as well, of course, but she didn’t want to think too heavily on those just yet.
Her interest was, surprisingly genuine given the circumstances and in truth, she hated that. Yet, here she was, sitting at a corner booth in a coffee shop with the very type of being she had sworn to despise entirely. But when he sat down and began to speak, she couldn’t help but smile and laugh. It had been a long time since anyone made her laugh, outside of feigned responses on her part. This laugh was pure and over something completely minor and ridiculous. She felt silly, and she liked it. ❝ I do hear they make them fresh every morning. ❞
She doubted that was true, but it was besides the point. The inquiry of her past and where she was from does give some hesitation though she tries not to make it obvious. Most people didn’t ask about her, no one ever really seemed to care. The most interaction she had with anyone wanting to get to know her was her interview at Nevermore and even then, it was mostly credentials and experience histories. But that’s how she usually preferred it.
Not wanting to risk giving anything away when it came to actual truths. Sometimes, it made her feel bad. Lying all of the time. Lying to everyone. Lying to the people she actually grew to like. ❝ I uh… well, I guess I’m a transplant. ❞ No, she wasn’t. Far from it, in fact, but she couldn’t say that she was born and raised in Jericho with an entire family history that dated back to its first (pilgrim) settlers. ❝ I’m actually from…. Seattle. How about you? ❞
Though it would be and was frowned upon to be flirting with a civilian, it came all too naturally to the deputy. It was something he couldn’t turn off and he wasn’t one to pass up an opportunity to get to know someone. Jericho was a small enough town, though, so he knew that anyone with a set of eyes and a pair of lips would be passing this mornings events off to the little old gossip ladies. Which didn’t bother him any considering he was used to that sort of thing from back home; though he’d been talked about for too many reasons. Also, Marilyn was cute and again, he couldn’t pass up a good thing especially since he wasn’t sure if he’d see her again anytime soon.
Hearing her laugh made him smile, hazel eyes squinting with the smile that was genuine. “They look an’ smell fresh,” he mused, knowing a thing or two about donuts. But also because they didn’t have the texture and smell of having sat out for a day or two. Which, really, wouldn’t have mattered much to him as he still would have ate the stale donuts; they went best with hot coffee anyways. The thought alone made him miss his grandmother then, waking up early to go to church on Sunday’s and how there’d always be donuts from the little grocery store. He sighed softly and gently placed the memories back in their corner as he took a sip of coffee with a hum.
Jason had the first donut polished off before she finally answered him. His smile remained as he leaned back in the seat, wiping his mouth of any crumbs and sugary glaze. “Seattle huh? Can’t say I’ve ever been that far north,” he chuckled, eyes glancing to the other donut on his plate before deciding to hold off on it for now. “Me? Well I’m from a lil town called Bon Temps in Louisiana,” he answered a bit proudly despite his reasonings for moving to Jericho the first time around and even now. “It’s north of New Orleans, lil itty bitty town with not much to it.”