#detrevstarter

[liannesinclair-blog]

“I’m not one to talk about the weather, but I must admit I quite like this season. Something lovely about this being...so dreary.” Of course, Lianne was referring to the thick clouds that hung over the city, not yet pouring but so close. She was tucked into her booth, or her bench, whatever one would call it, gazing out the window, with no signs of leaving thus far. She was warm and cozy, therefore it didn’t matter if it did end up raining after all. “Wouldn’t you agree too?” No harm in making small talk, was there?

[msjamieparkr]

“You think it wouldn’t be that hard to gather one bit of information from an hour long lecture on courtly love and chivalry, but a p p a r e n t l y  n o t ! I get that my lectures don’t have an app connected to it, but God it’s frustrating sometimes.” Jamie didn’t often rant about the kids she taught, but occasionally it all just bubbled up and she couldn’t keep it in. This was one of those times, particularly because she was pretty emotionally attached to European history in general. The silver rims on her frames catch the sunlight a little bit as she walks and talks, leather messenger bag slung over shoulder clothed in a loose pink button down leading to fashionably white washed jeans, dark curls catching the slight breeze. “You’d think that it would be even more interesting considering how confusing the dating scene is, especially for these kids, but whatever. I just hope they realize that there’s a quiz in their future. I’ve reminded them enough times. But enough about me - how has your week been?”

[prosperaffa-blog]

As much as Prosper’s piano times were comprised of the classics and original pieces he’d penned himself, he also liked to stretch his skills by playing things that could be considered ‘out there’. He had his favorite music haunts in the city, of course, and was at one of them now, riffling through sheet music. Dark ray bans were slid over his nose, signet ring flashing as he made quick work of scanning them, looking a bit out of place in the mundane looking shop in his pristine grey button down and charcoal slacks. Rubbing his bottom lip, Prosper’s other hand played the air, hearing the piece in his head. Hearing a noise, dark eyes flit up beneath the shade, his attention shifted. “I don’t need help, thanks.” His voice is crisp, cultured, and dismissive, matching the rest of the image he portrayed.

[emcelal]

location: dessert oasis coffee roasters

                He was playing with cards, trying to jumpstart his creativity so he could work on a new flash sheet to add to his design book at the tattoo shop. As it was, the table was full of markers, pencils, and pens alike, littered across it with a sketchbook open to a blank page. With his head canted downwards, and then up again as he managed to pop one of the cards into the air before he caught it, the man smiled to himself, head tilted slightly to the side in amusement as he shuffled the cards once more. Catching someone else’s gaze, however, he paused, shrugging slightly. “I can’t just and nor am I a magician,” Emry explained with a small chuckle. “I just... Get distracted easily.” He hoped that the excuse he offered up wasn’t a poor one, the quiet of the coffee shop during the daytime offering comfortable solace from the busy city outside and the rain. “I didn’t accidentally send a card flying into your coffee, did I? I think I missed it if I had.”