#cheyohara

[max-cortez]

location — open mic night, deja brew.

character — @cheyohara

Even in a large crowd, it was easy to spot her. She'd given him one of the best nights he'd had since everything had fallen apart in his life and truth be told, he thought about it more often than he should have. It was a good night of innocent verbal jabs and good games of pool. If it weren't for the bar owner calling for the last call, he wasn't sure they ever would have left that place. Like any other one night stand, they'd gone their own way. It'd been months, but he trusted that the one night they'd spent together was enough of a foundation to strike up a conversation once more. "You thinking about getting up there and telling some of those jokes? I know you've got 'em," he teased with a beaming smile as he moved closer to where she stood. "Long time, no see, stranger. You been good?"

[verdadurmaz]

location — the teacher's lounge.

character — @cheyohara

With another anniversary of the bakery's grand opening coming around, the world seemed to be spinning all out of sorts. Due to a setback with the company she ordered supplies from, one week's worth of bakery items had been lost. It left her doors closed for a few short days, meaning that revenue had dipped all the same. It was the kind of conversation she'd wanted to avoid with the investor that had taken a chance on a food truck and the ideas she had for a stand alone storefront. Her coffee had sat atop the wooden table as she poured over numbers. It was all good minus the most recent quarter where she thought sales had prospered. She was just shy of the profit line projected, her stomach turning with fear over the most recent incident that would only further cause numbers to dip. Her saving grace was the grand opening anniversary, a time where many (she hoped) would show up to display support. A manicured hand curled tightly around the cup, though the lift was absentminded and when the brim of glass grazed her lips and the taste of cold bitter coffee landed on her tongue, she pulled back, causing droplets to fall onto the white blouse she'd plucked from her closet hours earlier. "Shit." Eyes fluttered closed in defeat and when they reopened, she spotted a woman she'd thought about far too many times for a stranger. "I know you're good at giving advice when it comes to darts, but any chance you'd know how to get a coffee stain out?"

[sam-lancaster]

Tuesday, September 10th with @cheyohara

The last of Sam’s classes for the day had ended about an hour ago. A quarter till seven now, he was in his office returning emails. There was a stack of fresh essays on his desk that needed to be graded, but the rumble in his empty stomach told him they’d have to wait another day. After a stretch in his chair, Sam stood up. He was wearing dress slacks and a tucked in button up. The blazer he’d worn while teaching was hanging from the coat rack in his office and he grabbed it, along with his satchel on his way out. Besides the light from another office, the building’s hall was dark. He knew whose office the light was coming from, so he made his way into their doorway. 

“Hey, Chey.” She was a professor of religious studies and semi-new to town. Having grown up in Wilmington, Sam knew the city like the back of his hand. He’d taken to showing her around a little, and thought tonight was a good opportunity to show her more. “Are you hungry? There’s this real good sushi place out in Masonboro. Wanna go?”

[max-cortez]

location — chey's and max's place, claret park.

character — @cheyohara

A quiet hum of music flowed through the kitchen and in between the sizzling in the pan and the beeps of the oven alerting him of the timers end, he could make out the lyrics of another Creedence Clearwater Revival favorite. Rather than the usual mug filled to the brim with his favorite amber colored liquid on tap, a water sat near the edge of the counter. "I just have a few more things to finish up. I hope you're hungry," he called out over his kitchen towel draped over his shoulder. Since the news had dropped, every waking second outside of the tattoo shop had been spent at the brunette's side. Happiness flooded his system, followed by the worry and fear of what the future would hold. The tattoo artist used the oven mitt to remove the pan from within the oven's hold and was careful to place it atop the covered counter. "After dinner, I was hoping to talk about something. It's just an idea I had, but I wanted your opinion on it." As the words rolled off his tongue, the male shifted to face the professor, his gaze trailing down her figure before raking upwards just as slowly. A different kind of hunger built in the pit of his stomach, one forged by the desire to eliminate every inch of space between them. A smile twitched at the corner of his mouth and his dark hues told the story of a man who had finally found his place in the world. "How are you feeling? Do you need anything?"

[max-cortez]

location — wednesday morning, october 25, jack's pumpkin farm.

character — @cheyohara

"How much of an asshole would we be if we blew everyone else out of the water with this contest? 'Cause I'm thinking between the two of us, there's a good chance we'll win those tickets." He lingered close, voice low as gaze swept over the other onlookers who seemed interested in joining the fun. In the end, that was all it was, right? Hand fell to the dip of the professor's back as he offered a gentle nudge towards the line. "Come on, let's do it. It'll be a good time. I promise I'll take it easy on you and everyone else, but I am here to win," he added beneath a breathy hum and cheshire grin.

[max-cortez]

location — first annual renaissance faire.

character — @cheyohara

Fingers brushed against the fronts of his jeans to wipe away the grease left behind in the wake of their food truck raid. They'd all but tried every item on the menu, leaving him feeling full and satisfied. "Might have been the best turkey leg I've ever had. You should've led with the fact that they'd be food. Maybe I wouldn't have hesitated when you asked me to come," he teased with a gentle bump into her side. He was a foodie at heart, but truth be told, he would have gone to the ends of the earth if she was the one asking him to.

"Look," he hummed with a point towards a vendor that sold clothing tailored to the era in which they were all enjoying. He had to admit, between the food and the mugs of mead he'd had, there was no room for complaints. "You think I should get a little something to look the part? Maybe this," he suggested with a flick to the brim of the hat he simply couldn't imagine putting atop his head.

[verdadurmaz]

location — open mic night, deja brew.

character — @cheyohara

"Excuse me, I know this is going to sound totally random, but I noticed you were sitting over there on your own and I was wondering if you'd maybe want some company?" The offer came more so because Ver was lonely herself. What should have been a good night out with her wife was instead being spent all on her own while she wondered what would come from the filming in LA. If it was a repeat of the fate they'd faced years ago, she wasn't sure she'd recover. "I'll even throw in a drink if it helps sweeten the deal? I've got rum in my purse," she added, smile widening as she looked over at the other and waited her response.

[max-cortez]

location — their shared place, claret park.

character — @cheyohara

The entire day had been spent doing everything he knew the woman loved. It had started with fresh flowers on the kitchen counter in a vase he'd drawn stars on. Beneath the vase had been a hand drawn card with a winded expression of his love and gratitude for all that the woman was. No amount of paper in the world could hold everything he needed to say, but he signed his name with hearts and watched from the doorframe as she shuffled through everything else. He'd lined the countertops with chocolate and other pregnancy cravings that had taken hold of her. He was out of practice, but every part of him wanted to show her much she meant to him. At the bookstore, he'd given her an entire minute to pluck titles from the shelf, though as the alarm dared to sound, he gave another half a minute with a smile. They'd stopped by the record store too, picking albums for one another. The male had even taken her by the art gallery to admire pieces before their venture led them back to the humble abode they shared in Claret. It was under the roof where the romantic magic would happen. The meal he'd prepped had been one part of the night, but the other was the set table on the back patio that he'd readied the morning of. The scarlet tablecloth was topped with candles and plate settings for the both of them. He'd even gone as far as googling what it should have looked like, table etiquette and all. With the candles lit and plates filled with her favorite, he dipped into her office and nodded towards the doorway. "Did you think the night was over? Come over here." When she obliged, he gently put his hands over her eyes and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "Trust me?" Before she could answer, he began to guide her towards the kitchen, keeping her eyes covered until they stepped out back where the table awaited them beneath the stars. "Happy Valentine's Day, Cheyenne," he hummed smoothly, hands dropping from her eyes.