#thatawkwardindie

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@thatawkwardindie​

Gabe knew the sunglasses meant nothing, but it was better than trying to smile so he looked approachable all day, when he wanted nothing more than to mind his own business. Still, it had kept enough people away that he wasn’t actually feeling as annoyed as he usually would around the time. All for errands. Maybe he’d think about hiring someone just for that. Why hadn’t he. He knew that face. It looked familiar but he was sure it was her. Though when was the last time they had actually seen each other in person? He could be wrong, but it wouldn’t hurt. He thanked the barista before picking up his pace to try and catch Sophia. “Sophia Flynn” he called, moving towards her, hoping she could hear him.

[wildflowersofruins]

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Nora read the plate describing the history of the Amish people, describing the role of Jakob Ammann. Or as they had spelled it, Amann. Supposedly, she understood the confusion of whoever had written it, at Amish was written with one M, and surely, not a lot of actual Amish visitors probably stopped by to spellcheck all the museum’s writing. 

She sighed loudly too herself, shaking her head as she looked at the dolls dressed up in her family’s clothing. “Amann...” They seemed to have gotten most of the element right, yet it was weird to see her life on a display like this. It sent a chill down her spine, compared to other historic parts of the museum, talking about ancient Roman times and the ancient Greek. Seeing the tools and their costumes displayed in front of her was fascinating when it was a culture far from hers. 

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↬𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗 @thatawkwardindie

--There he was again. August Halfman. Parker had memorized the name on his license and insurance card after she had refused any of his help. The accident was two weeks ago, and her car had already been taken in and fixed. The memory of her caving in and allowing the man to help change her tire had faded. He was nothing more than a stranger who once shared a fleeting moment--or at least that’s how she wanted him to remain...The universe was wicked, making him pop up in front of her, making his face known again. Why? She huffed, rolling her eyes. All Parker wanted to do was grab her cat some food without having to socialize. --he was just so nice...and it wasn’t that Parker was the opposite, she just didn’t know how to handle other people. Blame it on years of working in the morgue. While people often blabbed their gossip, and issues to friends, Parker vented into the cold air of coronary work. It was better that way, wasn’t it? The dead couldn’t judge you, be disloyal to you..she wondered briefly as her feet carried her to weave through the aisles of the store. “Oh...--god.” keeping her head too low, Parker lost track of her sight and ran straight into someone else. “Seriously.” She huffed seeing that it was in fact, August. 

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BENNY X HUNTER

Benny had assumed a dinner date in his loft alone, with him - which honestly sounded more intimidating than she figured it would be - was something that was formal or at least even semi-formal. So, in the process of dressing up, she was completely sure that she would be more dressed up than their brunch. At this point, Benny didn’t even care about the story he had promised her but about the opportunity to spend more time with Hunter. It was slightly unnerving how much she was starting to like a man she had only encountered twice, tonight making the third. It was also a bit of nerves in knowing that she hadn’t done much of dating recently and even in her past of doing so those weren’t necessarily always the best relationships. Which was again just in the assumption that their friendship was headed anywhere romantically. Her mind was filled with all sorts things. Some that made her even rethink whether she wanted to go anymore. And she was only half way dressed. If there was anytime to change her mind, it was now.

Full face of make up Benny was a rarity and yet that version stood in front of Hunter, along with a much taller version aided in heels. Which she had only worn with the comfort of knowing they would be sitting for the night. She had gone with a tight black dress and even curled her hair. It was safe to say that Benny didn’t try this much for everyone and was even doubting her own choices. She took a small breath in- correction a series of breaths to calm her fast beating heart before finally knocking on the door. She was even a little early, which was the nail in the coffin of nervousness she currently felt.

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Benny was sure this whole thing was a mess waiting to explode in her face. Still, here she was, 20 minutes late to their coffee... not date. Coffee thing? Yeah, no that was a stupid title if she had heard one. 11:30 was too early for her days off, but free food was enough to get her to do anything. Almost. Spotting Hunter, she gave a little wave, pocketing her hands as she moved in front of him. “Sorry, being on time is not my forte,” Benny shrugged, “hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long.” Honestly 20 minutes was pretty early in her world.

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    --Some nights left the woman confused where to go when she had the freedom to leave work. What was home? It was a fickle word made up by no definition that made sense to her. The physical sense of home was about a ten minute drive from the bar she was at now-perfect for if she was too drunk to drive, she could just walk. “Raf,” through a moment of thought sitting at the bar alone, Parker had picked up her phone and dialed the tattooed man's number. Voicemail, she rolled her eyes. Rafael -- A friend. He was a friend now, wasn’t he? The two had met at this very place, and time-to-time the woman even had him look after her cat. Wasn’t that friend material? --not that Parker really knew, she didn’t really have any friends. “Listen, you need to come to the bar. --you know which one.” Dryly she smirked, “my second shot of tequila is telling me, to tell you, that you need to come here so I can kick your ass at another game of darts.” Who knew, maybe she would throw in getting another tattoo if she lost again. A small one of course, but there was something she liked about Rafael that made her feel more alive.