#hcnayun

[khalilhassan]

location — farmer's market.

character — @hcnayun

The buzzing market was one of the few places he could go when he needed to clear his head. Between the Cranes, the pregnancy of the woman he'd nearly married, and the stressors of his current relationship, he needed a break. A break from the constant worry of what would come next. Sample for sample, he bounced between vendors like someone was paying him to taste everything from jams to cheeses. He'd even stumbled upon one vendor to wash it all down with a bit of berry flavored wine. After all, what said stress free like a few ounces of wine before noon? In need of a pick me up and not in the form of alcohol, Khalil paused by a coffee stand that he didn't recognize. Dark hues scanned over the menu, but was pulled aside by an interesting poster. Ironic. Painfully so, considering he'd only just spewed his order when he ghosted over a woman he'd once known. Well, had assumed he'd known before finding out that he knew nothing at all. "Make that two," he corrected, the matcha latte having been one of her go-to orders back in New York. Maybe that had been a sham too. "You lost? Colorado is a long way from the Big Apple."

[ingridlczano]

location: the sweet spot

character: @hcnayun​​ & ingrid.

As the enticing aroma of freshly baked goods wafted through the air, Ingrid gracefully glided around the bakery, meticulously arranging the latest batch in the display. With Ver entrusting her with increased responsibilities, the brunette eagerly poured her heart into ensuring that her boss's faith in her wasn't misplaced. At the pleasant jingle of the bell signaling a new arrival, Ingrid's face lit up with a welcoming smile as she approached the young woman. "Good morning -- how can I help you today?"

[cjwelford-archive]

CJ: what do u think it feels like 2 be microwaved CJ:like do u think on a scale from ahhhhhh burning fire 🔥 🔥🔥🔥🔥 2 like one of those sunbeds that smell like electricity at the tanning salons where wud it fall CJ: also did u no u can microwave pop tarts???

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[atlaswilliams]

location — open mic night, deja brew.

character — @hcnayun

Order coffee was the easy part, but picking out sweets? That was where he ran into complications. On one hand, the danish options were to die for, but on the other, the muffins were massive and every chocolate chip called to him. It didn't help that he kept getting distracted by the tune of a pretty guitar rift. If only he'd had a shot of something stronger, he would have offered the crowd a twist that few would have expected from him. "If you're here to pick out something from the case, let me tell you, it's impossible. I mean, look at those strawberries on that danish and then," he paused, shifting to point towards the biggest muffin in the case, "look at that. How do you pick? Chocolate seems like the obvious winner, but come on, danishes are underrated."

[cjwelford-archive]

location: the boat, 4th of july (saloon) 

status: closed for @hcnayun

The sun had set long ago now, a crisp chill in the air which led a lot people into the cabin area of the boat, filling up the galley and the saloon. CJ had been sent to find some blankets to hand out to those who wanted to stay on the decks. During his travels, he had discovered a lot of different things on the boat, but had forgotten about it until he saw Hana in the saloon area, holding tight to his stack of blankets as he made his way over. “I saw like, a ton of yoga mats when getting these blankets. Is it like, normal to do yoga on a boat?”

[khalilhassan]

location — hana's apartment.

character — @hcnayun

Coffee cups warmed each of his palms as the elevator dinged upwards, making a premature stop due to the inaccuracy of using his elbow to poke at the number he'd pressed too many times to count. It was a much lower floor than the one she'd had in New York, but the short ride left plenty of time for the male to rake over every thought he'd been stirring on since he'd snapped the watch onto his wrist. He glanced downwards at the familiar face, knowing well what engraving rested against his skin. One final ding anchored him to the elevator. A smile pulled faintly on his mouth as the distance between himself and the doorway was eliminated. A breath lodged in his throat, his grip on the cups tightening. Khalil shifted his weight from one foot to the other and without another moment's thought, he carefully swung his elbow into the wooden frame two times. "It's me," he added smoothly, though a bitter taste coated his tongue at the thought of who else could've been knocking. When the door swung open, the federal agent extended the cup of her favorite brew, his gaze sweeping over her before settling on eyes he'd once saw forever in. "They say you should never stop by empty handed, so I brought you something. Just how you like it. Are you busy? I was hoping I could come in for a minute." A nervous hum fell from his mouth, but the half hung smile remained, as did the jitters in the pit of his stomach.

[atlaswilliams]

location — the humming bee.

character — @hcnayun

The new year meant tying for a better version of himself, which meant trading out the booze for something more... productive? His routine at the gym, while still out of sorts, was slowly coming together. It was exhausting to say the least, but there was a hope that the more he pushed, the easier it would get. The decent decision making journey had ended the moment he'd stepped foot in the yoga studio. Like always, he felt the wandering eyes of various attendees sweeping over him, their curiosity well placed. His vertically gifted frame didn't allow for much movement in the ways yoga required, but he never failed to give it his best and surprisingly enough, his best wasn't half bad. He'd found himself in the instruction room perched against the wall when the instructor slowly crept to the front. A toothy grin was etched onto his mouth as he pushed up from the wall, his mat already in place towards the front. It was a dangerous move, but he knew once she'd spotted him, the back would only make him more of a target. "Surprise. Your favorite student signed up last minute. Had to sweet talk your receptionist to let me in." A half truth spilled as he crossed an arm over his chest before switching sides to do the other. "Stretching is the most important part, right?"

[atlaswilliams]

location — cartwright home during their family dinner.

character — @hcnayun

The fallout with his own mother hadn't entirely been washed away, but the family spirit offered by the Cartwrights did one hell of a job at easing the pain, even if guilt lingered it's in place. The honorary family member bounced between person to person, his greetings stretching onwards the closer down the line he got to Rosie. The warmth she always offered was nearly enough to make up for every bad thing he'd felt about himself. During his rounds, the towering male had spotted a menace of a woman. His muscles ached from memory, but he trekked forward with a smile on his face and a half eaten cookie in hand. "So, if this is where you ask me to go into downward dog, I'll have you know I've been practicing. Have you had a cookie yet?"