@vespervarma:
vesper ducked in the door, shrugging the scarf away from his sunglasses, skull having shifted ever so slightly to remain undetectable to the person tailing him from the news stand. he’d been awake barely an hour and he needed coffee, irish. as he crosses the room he figures out there’s an open spot just as the person beside it turns their bright eyes to his.
“why thank you, sugar.” ves nods approvingly at the plate, trying to be heard over the hum of the bar, slipping onto the offered stool. “you’re covering the major food groups i see, now i’ve gotta get some wings.”
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He’s very bright, which is maybe part of the reason Tiffany had immediately noted his presence. Although she is usually soft spoken and dresses mostly in dark colours -- like she could manifest the mutation of invisibility if she tried hard enough -- she does like brightly coloured things. Tie dye and butterflies and neon signs.
And he’s got the kind of confidence she could never have, talking super casually like they could be old friends. Tiffany thinks -- not because of the easy chatter, but because of some other vague, unrecalled memory -- that he looks kind of familiar. “You can share mine if you want! They’re good. Properly spicy.” Tiffany smiles, studying his face. Why can’t she place it? “Do I know you from somewhere? I feel like I know you. --Not! Not like... that wasn’t a line. You just look... familiar.”
Tiffany ducks her head, grateful for the dim lighting hiding her blush. There has literally never been an occasion in her life when she wants someone to think she’s using a line, this guy just genuinely looks familiar. Unfortunately it’s hard to tell someone that without being reminded of the weirdo patrons at the Motel who use similar lines on Tiffany -- largely to embarrass her, she’s pretty sure.