Maxine let her eyes fall back onto Roman. He had been far more interesting to her, than the random people sitting around the cafe. He was the strong, silent type and wasn’t too hard on the eyes either. She had found him to be different than most of the men she had been around. And she had found inspiration in him. Inspiration to explore her creativity and composure of songs. Something she really couldn’t explain and only made sense in her mind
“If you didn’t roll your eyes at at least one thing while I’m sitting here, I’d have to ask if you were sick. This world offers plenty of ignorance to those who take the time to notice it.” Case and point, as a man, too preoccupied with his cell phone, walked into the door out front, “Like that.” She quickly shifted her focus to Roman just to see his reaction. However, she managed to turn her head just in time to catch a subtle, softer change in his features, rather than what she was expecting.
“I’ve honestly been better. I’m not sure how you feel about late night television, but I made an unwanted appearance on a show that focuses on spreading drama and lies about people rather than focusing on the good they put out into the world.” She sighed and looked away, if only to see if the man ever made it inside and to focus on something other than her own embarrassment.
“You know what they say: ‘An eye roll a day keeps the doctor away’,” he mumbled in reply, dark eyes flickering around the establishment as he placed his free hand over the open pages of the journal. Slowly, he drew it shut, gaze hovering back on the woman as he found his attention resting on her in an almost appreciative sort of manner.
The past week, if nothing else, had been difficult and rather stress-inducing, more so than the normal sort of rubbish he endured. It bothered him that her attention strayed, skipping around the room as if he was not quite worthy of holding her gaze for more than a few moments. In truth, he had little to be frustrated about, for he wasn’t necessarily one who liked to be the center of people’s attention or focus, but there was something about her demeanor on this day in particular...
And so came the required eye roll, the lung emptying sigh that so often accompanied the action as the Ukrainian brought himself to look at the ceiling and back to the woman.
“People are shit, what can I say,” he grumbled. “They’ll do anything if they can get to dimes to rub together from it. Besides, isn’t that the kind of stuff your media reps or whatever are supposed to handle? You shouldn’t let shit like that blind you.”
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