closed starter for @augustin-vaduva
For Boris, getting back into his old mindset of being a business owner was incredibly difficult. Considering it had been almost two decades since then, he wasn’t even sure where to start sometimes when it came to paperwork and setting everything up. Still, he had been taking it one day at a time, figuring it was better than hanging out at every party known to mankind as a nomad around the states, a ghost in the wind, here one day and gone the next. Although he had met a wonderful woman at all those parties, someone so goddamn enigmatic and ground-breaking he had wanted to pursue further, a bombshell of a blonde, he had tired of the party scene and fled it and somehow ended up here. Something inside of him had finally grown bored of it all, and for once, he wanted to stay in one place. It was difficult to comprehend whether that was because his birthday was tomorrow and he was getting older and it was time for him to quit running around as if he had all the energy in the world that he had as nothing more than a teenager raising two little babies on his own, but either way, he had never been one for overanalyzing it and picking himself- or others, for that matter- apart. Often times, he found he simply didn’t care enough to pick it apart and wanted to let it be. Because if he thought about it too hard, if he really thought about it, he might not like the answers that he came up with. Still, he never knew. She could always show up in the most unexpected of places, and perhaps their paths would cross again if it was meant to be and he could capture her then and there. Disregarding that, he also had an actual date tomorrow. Damn, how had he gotten here? Boris was usually all for running away from his own feelings as fast as his legs would carry him, shutting himself off inside and pretending as if emotions were absolutely nonexistent, but right here and now, for whatever reason, he just couldn’t. There was something about the man he had been talking to that made it simpler to open his doors and get a foothold in before he could shut it and padlock it a multitude of times. His nonexistent love life aside- as he would keep telling himself for as long as he possibly could- he needed to get going and face the work day ahead of himself. Really, he didn’t need to work- he would have been fairly set for life with his not-so-shabby pension for both all the work he had done and the military’s desire to keep that work as silent as possible, from ever entering the world and the public eye, but he felt it necessary to keep himself from hanging on to bad habits. And as always, he was sluggish when the day started if he didn’t get coffee first to start out his day, so he had walked down to the cafe, craving something a little sweeter than straight-up black this morning and perhaps a bowl of oatmeal. Typically, he would have avoided it and stayed home to eat. Yet here he was, settled in the chair of the cafe and the book of astronomy and physics Joy had given him so long ago sat in front of him, flicking the page over. Taking a sip of his coffee and stirring his oatmeal, he caught the eye of a young man looking for a place to settle, glanced at the chair in front of him that was empty, glancing around the fairly full cafe and then grudgingly grabbed his attention to gesture to the chair, gruffly saying, “Just sit the fuck down.”