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"You know, the one thing about the weather at this time of the year is that it changes at a drop of a hat. I've taken to carrying a hot water bottle around with me at practically all times by this point and I have more layers than an onion. I would like to say that was simply in my personality but no this is very much in clothing right now."
“i would ask you to let me buy you a drink tonight if it weren’t actually kinda sorta free,” he said as he approached the other with an extra glass of champagne in his hand, the charming smirk never leaving his face. “so i guess i’ll change it up and ask if you mind having a drink with me?” || @ofcecilia
@ccparaiso
“I thought you guys may be in need of a restock,” Diana said by way of announcing herself heading to the pharmacy counter and placing the box of supplies she had taken from the hospital. “A natural disaster hits, and everyone’s first stop is to stock up on medical supplies. There’s not much there, but it should tide you over until you get a delivery.”
@ceciliakings
Seeing so many people in and out, it was difficult for Sara to say she remembered everyone. Maybe more than faces, she remembered names and typical orders for the regulars that stopped by. Granted there were a few faces in the crowds that she would recognize by this point. A people watcher by nature, it was rather easy for her to memorize faces, and when she was constantly exposed to a few, it was easier. Besides, there was little to do during the slower times of day and while she took the chance sometimes to study, she had gotten reprimanded by her boss at one point so she avoided that now. So all she could do was stare, either at the people or into space. The former was at least more interesting.
Always with a sketch pad and large coffee, she recognized the woman who came in often. She had always wondered what she was drawing in that sketch pad, curiosity being a terrible demon of her’s. But she never bothered to ask like other’s might have. Instead, her eyes just glanced over with the hope that maybe she’d develop super vision and would be able to see from a distance. She was sad to report that to this day that had not yet happened. And apparently today was no different. Curiosity not satiated, she took the coffee to the table placing it before the woman. And while she had developed no supernatural abilities, her ability to be a klutz managed to manifest itself in that moment. The cup fell, the liquid spilling off the table. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” Immediately reaching for napkins Sara tried to clean up the coffee, counting her blessings that her boss was not there at the moment.
Cecilia & James || Sipping Tea
James felt a tight smile come over his lips as he spoke to the Lord across from him. Bildsbee was a minor Baron plying away in Kent, of the same status of James, but wallowing in a desperation that the Lord Wilston did not need to indulge in. It was well known that Bildsbee was drowning in debt and therefore was quite willing the sell his daughter over to whomever would be most willing to dig him out of the hole. Of course, none of the higher aristocracy would touch just a tainted pool, but word around must of spread that the new Baron of Wilston was the sort of amiable fool that might be stupid enough to fall for the charade. And maybe James could have been, but his head maid - Mrs Hale, had made sure to clue him up before he went out for the meeting.
Suffice to say, he wasn’t too grandly impressed. Especially since Bildsbee had seen fit to turn up with barely a day’s notice, and posture around as if James was doing him some sort of favour by agreeing to the meeting. “You know, Ellwood, everyone thinks you’re a pariah, Lord Greystoke, you know Baron of...ah well, you wouldn’t know him of course, but he swore you were just low born scum. But you see, I...I like to judge a man by in person.”
The lack of title, the dig at his roots, and the pretending that he consider James anything close to a equal. He picked up on it all, and if he was the sort of man, he’d have clubbed Bildsbee with the very cups that they sipped from. Instead he simply drew up to his full height as they finished off their chat, a good foot taller than the pudgy, overweight Bildsbee and bowed his head ever so silently, much to the other Baron’s glee. The bastard barely made an attempt to conceal his smugness. “My Lord Bildsbee, I certainly take the offer of your virtuous daughter’s hand most seriously. I shall write to you within my decision forthwith.”
“Ah, well, I was thinking more of a concrete pro-”
“My Lord.” James allowed some of his frustration to show now, the edge to his voice undeniable, but it carried the sort of strength that had even Bildsbee shutting up and swallowing thickly. The Baron of Wilston relaxed ever so slight, smiling as falsely as he could. “I am not a man that will be rushed, it would be unfair to your daughter. Is that not so?”
Bildsbee cleared his throat, huffing faintly as he took his top hat off the table and placed it on his head, clearly done with the meeting. “Well, I’m sure I’ll hear from you soon Lord Wilston. Good day.”
“Good day.” James returned, waiting for the man to waddle off before taking a breath and resting back in his chair. He should have never accepted the meeting in the first place, he had no wish to marry, not in the way these nobles did. There was enough misery to go around without locking oneself in a marry devoid of any love. There was no guarantee it would grow and little chance of escaping it. He’d rather just turn old and return to dust alone instead of inflicting some poor girl with a dry and fruitless life.
As he reached to sip the last of his tea, he spotted a familiar face among the bustling wealthy who enjoyed a early day meal. His friend from the Asias (acquaintance may be a better way of putting it), Cecilia. It didn’t occur to him that he might be seen as staring until she turned and met his gaze, the former doctor blinking and turning red as he offered a small, nervous smile and raised his cup in acknowledgement. Unsure whether he should come over or not.
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@ceciliasweeten
Peeking into the windows of Sweeten Sour, Ezra made sure no unwanted audience would be present for what he was planning to do. He was done writing the script for the huge debut party his client’s daughter was having (thank god); and he figured it was time to spend his day with someone actually worthy of it. Bursting into the bakery, he sung on top of his lungs as he sprinted to pull Cecilia from behind the counter. “I love you babyyy and if it’s quite all right, I need you baby to warm my lonely nights!”
