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@tasha-ferris
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“Apologies” He said as he blinked back into reality. “Lost in thought. Expresso, Assuming that isn’t too much trouble”
“It’s what I’m paid to do.” She punched in his order as her coworker started it. “Will that be all?”
James offered her a note to pay for his order and slid another, a very generous amount, in the tip jar that had her name on. As a barista, he knew how awful it was when people were miser with tips, not like he needed the money, but still. “I didn’t have brothers growing up, so I can easily ignore the fact that they are a pain in the arse for the sake of having brothers.” He said, trying to juggle his drinks and muffins as he waited for the change.
She smiled with one side of her lips at his tip but didn’t comment on it. She nodded silently as he spoke, her silence normal for her daily interaction with people. “ If that works for you, don’t change it.” Handing him change, Tasha felt a little more content to have accomplished something. Large orders tended to do that. “Good luck traveling with all that.”
Day Off - Tasha & Gideon
“I wasn’t saying that to hurt your feelings,” Gideon protested, one hand lifting in an apologetic gesture. “I just wouldn’t know what to do, myself. I’ve literally had my heart set on being a policeman for the past four years. Do you plan on using the degree your family is making you earn?” His expression was pleasant but his mind was going a mile a minute, wondering what kind of power her family held over her if it meant she was literally attending uni for years at a time just trying to please them.
Her eyebrow rose up at his apology. She felt no offense from his remarks on her major mainly because she received plenty of the same from her own aunt and uncle. She shrugged, “I’ve no idea. Haven’t thought that far ahead. I may travel after school. Who knows.” She took another large bit of her sandwich but not before asking, “What about you? What brought you to being a cop?”
“Sort of? Three hungry roommates.” He explained with a shrug, eyeing a package of biscuits and placing them on the counter as well. “I need to feed them well or they will munch on me while I sleep.” James joked, allowing Tasha to laugh at his unfortunate event with the aprons.
“Ah, makes sense.” She calculated his total, spoke it out to him, all while still gathering his drinks into a travel safe tray. She eyed a coworker behind her and with little convincing since her glare did most of the talking she got him to gather up the muffins. “That’s precisely why I live alone and free personal space.” She snatched up the bags of muffins and pushed them across the counter to him along with the four drinks.
“I’ll take all the chocolate ones and two bananas, oh and one cranberry… make it two cranberries, and a blueberry one.” James listed, his day had spiraled downwards, but he couldn’t help but smile at the girl’s smirk. “At work today I wore the wrong apron all day, so I was named Daisy for a while. There are worse things, Tasha.”
“Feeding an army, are you?” She started on getting his drinks made, “That is definitely a low. I have to say, I’ve never hit that low before.”
“Actually it’s four mochas, and do you have any muffins?” He asked, smiling gently at the American’s slip. “I’ll take some shit-biscuits too…” James looked for the name tag. “Natasha.”
“Got it. We’ve got blueberry, chocolate, banana and cranberry.” Even through her cranky mood she smirked. “Just Tasha. The bossman made me put my full name.”
“Jeez… sorry. I just, I forgot my friend’s order but he won’t reply my texts… you know what, just give me a Mocha.”
She stared blankly before nodding. “Mocha. Got it. Anything else? We have cookies--shit--biscuits. We have biscuits.”
Day Off - Tasha & Gideon
He felt her stare and chose not to meet it, instead munching thoughtfully on his sandwich. “In a different way, I guess you’re right. Service professions, y’know. Not to mention I’m going through just as much school as he is.” Gideon rubbed at his bruise absently as he spoke before shrugging. “I just feel like I’m learning less at a time than he is–” He broke off, brows dropping incredulously. “Theology and religion? Nice. About as useful as an English Literature degree, but still nice.”
“Well if you think about it law enforcement is a far different institution than medicine. They have the same sort of values, sure, but they have different processes.” She felt herself take on a more relaxed tone than before, far less closed off. “The police force has structure, strict guidelines and rules. With the medical field, there’s far more branches as well as situations. They have to think creatively but at the same time delicately.” Her eyes narrowed slightly. “Without either the world would be extremely black and white. Though I’ve no idea just what I plan to do with the degree. I’m only here because my family wants me to be.”
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If you’re going to just stand there and stare at the board at least do it out of the line of people behind you.
Day Off - Tasha & Gideon
“Right.” Gideon nodded slightly, surprised that she remembered probably the most arbitrary piece of information about himself that he’d offered. “He’s in the midst of med school, and all the more insane for it. Should’ve just been a cop like me.” As if to remind him that sometimes police academy was not such a great idea, the bruise across his chest twinged painfully. His jaw locked and his arms locked mid-stretch.
She eyed him thoroughly before deciding internally that she was willing to let this conversation go on as long as possible. “I don’t really think the police academy is any easier though, is it?” She chewed on the edge of her straw; a habit she had since a child. “I’ll stay away from all that and stick with my theology and religion, thanks.” She offered up a small smirk in amusement.
Mafalda was practicing her daily dance routine in the cafe when she noticed someone walked in, watching her do her classical Indian dancing -her guilty pleasure she liked to call it- and stopped her dance abruptly. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t oh sorry gosh I should be working oh!” The embarrassment was showing both on her cheeks and tone.
Tasha hadn’t been in the cafe before, it wasn’t exactly near where she normally habituated. Yet, she decided a quick drink on the way home was necessary and really needed something warm. The girl’s embarrassment wasn’t really anything she cared about. She merely wanted a drink and that was it. But she was curious as to how her boss was letting her dance in the middle of her shift. Were things so relaxed outside of her own cafe job? “I just want a coffee to go.” She had no patience or energy to appear pleasant; the weather already reflected her mood.
Day Off - Tasha & Gideon
Gideon nodded absently. “Tit for tat, I see what you’re doing there.” He took a sip of his coffee while scanning the cafe’s other employees. His gaze still roving the room as she spoke. “Fair point. It’s usually quiet when I come in to eat. I lied about going to the library, by the way. But I usually leave home, especially when Fabe’s studying. Too much brain power in one area makes me nauseous. “ His face scrunched up in distaste at the thought of it. “Besides, when my brother’s studying, the whole place ends up looking like a thought map in a procedural detective show.” He blinked suddenly. “I really do hope I’m not bothering you any.”
She chewed carefully as she listened to him. Tasha wasn’t always one for conversation but he seemed persistent and she was in a cheerful mood after being productive for most of the day. In fact, she may end up leaving for a walk soon enough, if only to stretch her legs after being stuck inside all day. “Most people do.” She shrugged off the lie as she listened intently with amusement. “He’s studying medicine right?” Tasha took a long sip of her drink. “Nope, you’re good. I could use the break from thinking about my essays.”