Past Thread Starter for @verafloros
Though swimming had never been one of Adriel’s hobbies, he woke up determined to make it one. He was still quite new to Kaos, and by what he heard and saw from the tourists walking around, the ocean seemed to be the leading site for fun.
Fun was precisely what Adriel needed. It had been years since he had felt as if he could breathe freely, and after having managed to escape to an island where he found a menial job that sustained yet allowed him to remain unseen, life that had always appeared cloudy and grey was beginning to see streams of sunlight and color.
An hour later, he was sitting on a friendly old fisherman’s wooden boat, nervously staring at the bright blue water surrounding him. “You sure this is safe? No sharks?”
“Nothing, nothing!” the fisherman croaked, remaining focused on his rod. Adriel watched the old man reel in his line, disbelief still blatantly written over his face even at the sight of the empty fishing hook. “Nothing!” At the old man’s insistence and his personal determination, albeit hesitant, the male stood up and took a deep breath, carefully jumping out into the water.
The moment his body left the boat, every muscle in him froze, and Adriel found himself being greeted with a very salty french-kiss from the ocean. Like a wet cat, he reached up and gripped the side of the boat, desperately clinging on before getting back into the boat without, fortunately, flipping it over.
As usual, Adriel’s mind was running through the most recent traumatic memory he had gone through while he sat at one of Floros Soi’s empty outdoor tables. Though in the process of drying from his ‘dip’ in the ocean, small puddles of salt water were being formed around him.
“Hi,” he said, talking to the young lady who had approached him. It seemed like she worked there. “Do you happen to have anything that gets the taste of salt water out of the mouth?”
AFTER a year in athens, vera easily returned to her routine in kaos. coming back was unlike any other, the warmth of her home and the restaurant being her steady ground. years later, this would be exactly how she’d feel coming back the second time. and perhaps after even more time, she’d realize exactly what coming home meant. but in the meantime, she had brought her lessons from athens to the restaurant, delighting herself to create better concoctions for everyone who walked through the doors.
and that one particular afternoon, a man had stumbled outside the restaurant soaking to the bone. with her parents in the kitchen, vera had taken the floor to help with the orders when she noticed him. acting in quick alarm, she grabbed a nearby towel before approaching him. “hello.” the smile on her face was of polite warmth. it wasn’t her place to question his decisions, and she had lived in kaos long enough to know the beach is one of their most popular spots. in addition, some others preferred to dry themselves with the natural sun. still she had to offer, “would you like a towel? it’s rather nice out, but it does take some time to dry out in the sun.” it then occurred to her that perhaps he did not enjoy the salt water as much as her other customers did and she added onto her offer. “could I also get you a cup of tea? coffee, perhaps?”
“hmm...” she pondered over the rather odd, although fairly reasonable, question that he posed. “not salt water, per se. however to reduce the taste of salt, I would normally add a little acid, or sugar, or dairy. we could get you a dish with that. perhaps a dessert or some soup. maybe even a dip, like tzatziki, which is a.. cucumber yogurt dip and it tastes good with some warm pita.” something vera had had not quite learned yet, and probably won’t for a rather long time, was that she could go on and on about these dishes. part of it was, of course, to help the customer as much as she could. “we have really good desserts as well, though. baklava, revani, rizogalo, milopita, portokalia me meli... all of these are sweet ones.”
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