One could be professional in their workplace, or one could be like Orion Castillo who currently found himself stretched out on a wooden table in the middle of For Keeps. He’d shoved his book bag under his head to cushion it whilst his hand balanced a book before him. The old bound book was work related but not unlike the material he would read in his free time, as if there was something he wouldn’t read. The book held stories on a local family, in which he hoped to find more details on the strange vase his boss had brought in not that long ago. Sometimes he would find himself hours upon hours stuck in front of a computer screen, so it came as a relief to have something more physical, nostalgic even. As the front door chimed to alert he was no longer alone Ori pressed a firm finger to the words on the page, holding his place as he glanced over to see if it was his boss or not. The figure was at an odd angle from where Ori laid, his glances threatening to tip off his nose as he tried to straighten his vision.
“Welcome, feel free to look around,” he gave the typical greeting as he finally gave in and sat up, pushing his curls away from his hair. Pushing the glassware up his nose he finally took in the figure who’d entered his store - Oskar from the clinic. He was a vet or something of the sort, one Orion usually only saw in his uniform when Lola was up for her yearly check or she’d gotten into something she shouldn’t have. Logic was temporarily lost momentarily as he struggled to comprehend that Oskar did in fact have a life outside of the clinic - it just hadn’t occurred to Ori that was the case. “Since when do you own normal clothes?” Smooth. His feet dangled off the edge of the table as he sat there staring, trying to connect his brain cells again.
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