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her hands wrap tighter around the mug between her palms , letting it warm her fingers after she had cooled down some from her walk here . the city got more beautiful as they approached christmas slowly and yet , filiz had not gotten used to the cold of the winter days so far . attentively she listens to her friend , commenting with soft laughter as she nods along . “ oh , i’m happy for you . nothing worse than a fight in the family so … as much of a story as it would have been , i don’t wish for your relatives to get caught in it . “
a small sip taken from the coffee before she leans back as well . “ so what is it like ? you just … come together , eat , talk ? “ the tradition of thanksgiving not one of her own , not one she had grown up with or experienced herself . “ i’ve seen the whole turkey thing on tv … is it accurate ? “
Holidays were always a strange mix of comforting and stressful. Most of the time, her dad dropped not so subtle hints about his expectations for her while her mom stayed silent. It was incredibly frustrating when Veronica prided herself on being independent and always planned on going down her own path. The rest of the time was spent reminiscing and genuinely having a nice time.
Now that Thanksgiving was out of the way, she was happy to have a couple weeks of doing her own thing before she'd be forced to go through it all over again. Veronica laughed as her friend requested some holiday tea. "God, it was rough," she admitted. "My uncle was drunk before noon and my dad must've talked about business eighty percent of the time." She took a sip of her own coffee as she relaxed back into her chair. "Fortunately for me, but unfortunately for you, there wasn't any real fighting this year."
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msg . – kismet . :)
msg . – on mine too … the cold ? it’s something . i’m trying to stick out until it finally snows ! i’ve never seen real snow so i’m definitely excited but … it is borderline unbearable , haha .
msg . – next time you get to it , you can still send me a fish picture . or any other that i can add to your contact info . and don’t worry , i’m between clients right now . short break for tea before my next . what all are you going to get at the market ? about the game , i watched a few videos on it on you tube and it looked so fun i just had to . now i just need someone to play it with . ;)
msg . – … ( starts typing , stops typing , starts typing again )
msg . – i don’t have plans for lunch yet but if you’re cooking then let’s eat together . company is the least i can offer to repay you for making me food … 1 pm okay ?
text : A universe of coincidences , you and I .
text : Thank YOU for the talk last night , and allowing it to continue through text :) truly one of the greatest nights I've had in a while , whole thing was in my mind all night . Is the cold a good change of pace thus far ? Or has it become unbearable at this point ?
text : That is me ; couldn't provide a fish pic so I had to settle with second best . Is that so ? Am I keeping you from anything important ? I will happily wait for you to be able to talk . I myself am waiting for a meeting with a costumer before I have to head out to the market . Wait , did you ? Thoughts based on what you've seen so far?
text : ... do you have plans for lunch? Or , sometime in the near future ? I would very much like to make you lunch . I will even bring it for you to your job and leave immediately after .
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while it was nice to have an extended weekend , it was a little boring too . everyone spent the holiday with their family which had left her sitting at home alone . it wasn’t that filiz didn’t have ideas on how to keep herself busy however , once saturday had rolled around she couldn’t help but feel relieved . relieved because finally they could get to the brunch plans they had made weeks ago .
“ so ! “ brunette leans forward a little to pick up the mug with cappuccino in it . “ i won’t lie , i’m excited to hear some thanksgiving tea … “ grinning , sheepishly , not usually one to be so brazen yet lead by the thrill of getting out of the house . @corneliastarters
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msg . – hi , filiz here … i hope you got home okay . it was so cold on the way home … i’m still not used to it . thank you for the conversation last night . it was great and the first thing on my mind this morning . :) i bet you get to sleep in – crazy work hours . i hope not too crazy today !!
msg . – oh . haha . it seems we had the same idea …
msg . – alexander ( fish emoji ) how could i not remember … my day is good . it’s really great . i’m working actually . how is yours ?! hey , i googled the game we talked about before going to sleep . and ordered it also …
msg . – i hoped you would .
alexander 📲 filiz
alex: Hi, it's Alexander, we last night while I was drinking questionable burbon and rambling about food and board games, really tried my best to make a long-lasting first impression as you can see. How is your day going so far? Hope this is okay, me texting you I mean.
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her heart drops slightly when he explains never having felt at home at a place . hurting for him in a shy , quiet way – they did not know each other well enough for her to have a fitting answer to this one yet , filiz could not deny the brief tug at her heart . home , the feeling of it , had been all that had held her in turkey for as long as it had . waking up to the sound of the ocean in distance , buying fresh fruit for lunch on the market , meeting people in town who she had grown up with , friday festivities at the mosque , short bus rides to get out of the city to mountains and rivers and farmers and feel the sun on her skin … all the small details that made home home and that she thought about when new york and the biting cold wind here felt a little too gray . but it did not feel gray now – now when she looked back at home and hoped that one day perhaps she could be able to share this feeling with him .
“ i’ve not played tsuro before … catan is definitely my favorite but you’d need a few people to play it with . actually … i used to play a game called ‘ tavla ‘ a lot . it’s a thing back at home . “ oh dear , mentioning it again , hoping he did not take it as insult to injury . “ you can play it at every café or at the beach or … wherever really . “ but she drops the part of the conversation when they get back to their phones – the much more thrilling part .
it is entirely embarrassing that her face lights up when he points out intelligence on her end . the past had taken its toll on her regarding this one . degrading thoughts had taken over after they had been almost beaten into her – the lack of self-worth she knew to herself still lingering even when filiz had proved that she fought her way back out of the cruelties the ex had committed . “ thank you . “ voice shy but not any less charmed by his words . “ it means fate . maybe us meeting was just … meant to be . “ entirely romanticizing the coincidence when she takes the phone from his hand . name typed in . first and last . like it would make her more memorable . then she takes back her own .
blue eyes find his face once more as he says the perhaps sweetest words she’d been spoken with to before . her heart drops . so quickly . they shouldn’t be there , the butterflies , not when this was exactly what movies and books told stories of: woman meets man at bar , falls in love only for it all to blow up into their faces .
“ i uhm … “ corner of her mouth twitches ( nervously ? maybe … mostly overwhelmed by a rush of emotions , the kind the thought she’d not feel again ) – all of this going so fast , so quickly and yet … in this very moment filiz found the courage to let it happen . for now … “ i will call … and you can … you can always ring me . “ flight kicks in , the tickling sensation in her stomach too much , the redness on her cheeks turning into a fever as nerves dare to snap and she would possibly do something silly like reaching for his hand or saying too much . “ i should slowly … go . find a cab . but if … “ too much , too much , too much . she still said it . “ if you or i use these numbers we exchanged now we could continue our conversation sometime . i hope . “ oh , how badly she hoped for it – far past the point of rational choices and already sinking deeply into the longing for his gaze on her and his voice in her ear .
Alexander considers her query for a minute, trying to piece together what is the meaning of home to him. Flashes of his hometown come and go, the feeling never there to begin with. California, Virginia have all been places he live in; not one time had they quite felt life home. Nothing had, until New York. "There's people I miss but a place, per se... nothing has ever felt like home" he shrugs, realizing how deeply sad it sounds. Before he can fix his own words, his attention is completely swiped again as she starts talking about how it feels like, to be new. He provides a nod in response; he understands. Not entirely, it's one thing to move from another state than to move continents but, deep in his soul, he understands. "I hope you find it. Whatever it is you're searching here— I hope you find it."
He can't help the rather smitten grin that graces his features when she speaks of her family, the dynamic such a beautiful display of love to the man who grew up not knowing what a real family looked like. "I think that's beautiful" he responds, green eyes focused on a similar pair. "I mean, it must be quite difficult not having them around as much as you wish you could, I'm genuinely sorry about that" he gives her a gentle smile. "But having people you love that love you just as much, even miles apart from eachother— and having found that in your own family, that is beautiful" he speaks from the soul, his grin as sincere as it can be.
The excitement that erupts from his chest is inexplicable. "No way, I've wanted to try Catan for the longest time" he confesses, scratching his chin. "Have you tried Tsuro? It's one of my favorite board games ever, I think you could like it" the chef suggests. He feels himself beginning to ramble about his fascination with board and card games, so instead he focused his attention on her: her smile and eyes immediately taking his mind off of said games. "Do you have a favorite one?" Her next statement regarding his working hours and his social life do manage to get a chuckle out of him. Never had he connect them together before, but looking at it through her eyes, he simply nods. "Exactly why I decided to join Bumble to begin with, I wanted to expand my horizons and meet cool people but sadly nothing came out of it— until tonight, that is."
The foreign word leaves her lips and he mimics it with his own, whispering kismet to himself as if trying to commit it to memory, engrave it somewhere safe. It¡s only when his suggestion is met with agreeable words and a phone presented at him and he feels his smile growing bigger than he can feel his cheeks starting to hurt, realizing he hasn't been able to stop since he started talking with the other. "I like the sound of that, kismet. What does it mean?" A part of him worries, if he looks insane grinning down at a phone screen that isn't his own as he dials a phone number, if the woman in front of him is actually real or a mirage. "You're a smart one, I like it" he says as he types his name on the phone with a fish emoji on the side before dialing the newly saved number.
When he feels the phone vibrate on his pocket, he takes it out to show the other, handing it to her along with her own so she can save herself on his contact list. "You can text or call any time you want. If you ever need anything; a warm plate of homemade food, a Catan partner— an ear to hear about a particular bad day or a celebration for the good ones, I'm a call away."
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she was glad they had settled on getting out of the house for a while . exactly why filiz had hoped they could meet – distraction when she was so close to losing her mind a little . when she and alex had chatted at the club the other day she had not nearly been this nervous . now that some time had passed and the two had been messaging back and forth on their phones … suspense towards their next meeting had build up . whether looking for a new outfit for said … date that definitely wasn’t a date was helping her case or just more unnerving – filiz was not yet sure . “ hm … nothing yet . these are cute but not exactly fitting the occasion . “ she pulled out a pair of oversized trousers that would sit low on the hip . not really her style either … “ what about you ? the have a shoe section here too … maybe you can find a chapter alternative ? “
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Where: Style.
Who: Open to all!
"I don't know whether to be depressed or excited that my middle school wardrobe seems to be all the rage again," Brooklyn chirped mindlessly to the person beside her while she rifled through Style's latest selection of jeans. All they were missing were some of the doodles she used to draw on them-- which made her mother livid. And they were oddly more conservative now. Low rise that covered slightly more skin. "If only I had saved my Doc Martens. I don't know that I can allow myself to shell out money for them again," she added with a snicker. Letting go of the jeans, her bright gaze rose from the distressed denim to shoot the other a smile. "Find anything good? I feel like I have to buy something with such a good sale going on."
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even though she had moved here a few months ago and was doing well in settling in , building a life here , making a home , making friends – all that was part of it … regardless of that a washing machine was not on top of her list when the laundromat was still an option . it was cheaper than buying and maintaining her own machine for now .
while a second load was in the dryer , filiz neatly folded the piece that were clean and dry already , earpod in one ear as she listened to a true crime podcast . interrupted in doing so , she takes the pud out of her ear and turns her head to the other . instantly , soft smile finds her lips . “ as long as we wear clothes … and don’t hire someone to do our laundry for us – probably not anytime soon . if … ever . “ chuckling , hands return to the task though her attention remains with the other . “ on the good side of it though … the smell of fresh laundry ? wow . so good … “
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valentina wasn't much of a morning person due to their job as a bartender, but they did like to get errands out of the way first thing in the morning. this errand wasn't the most fun, but it needed to be done before they went to work that night.
they hated doing laundry as much as the next person, but hated it even more at 8:00 in the morning. especially at clean, instead of in the comfort of their own home.
admittedly, valentina had never had to use the laundromat before but their washer decided to stop working while in the middle of a wash cycle.
they stood at the table folding their clothes one by one and placing them into their laundry basket. "why does laundry never end?"
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filiz wasn’t able to hide all the irritation on her face . “ why … would you want to remove it from its shell in the first place ? “ brunette answered with a question back had the thought not flashed her mind before . turtles were cute . the unbothered and relaxed … perhaps all the things filiz wasn’t and therefore more fascinating . “ i hope … that wasn’t a thing on your agenda ? “
"so you're telling me that you can't remove a turtle from their shell?" macie asked in disbelief. a sea turtle was one of her favorite animals so she wondered if that also meant that they weren't just using the shell as a home but it's part of their body. "i don't believe it." ( @corneliastarters )
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filiz wants to ask why he felt the need to start over all these years ago but refrains from it . asking him would lead to the question being turned around probably and while the topic was not one she denied had happened … she wanted to cling to the lightheartedness of their conversation and how addicting their back and forth was . “ and do you miss home sometimes ? after five years … it’s been five months for me maybe . i still miss it sometimes . “ almost as if to underline her words with it , his question follows . “ it was … intimidating . it is , i mean . it’s very different to what i know . i came here by myself . maybe as … a challenge ? it was time for me to do something by myself . “ to build confidence , to find trust in herself and maybe … someone else . with the thought lingering her gaze meets his eyes again .
“ my family lives in turkey still . we facetime . they eat breakfast and i eat dinner . “ the brunette jokes to mask the slight feeling of homesickness quickly . she wouldn’t dwell . this had been her choice . now she had to try and stand behind it . exactly why she had come here …
“ board games are great . i like the settlers of catan . puzzles are also always great . card games can be entertaining but … i’ll let myself be talked into a round of mario cart too . “ stopping herself from diving into it deeper , not wanting him to be hit with the sound of her voice to the point where he lost interest . perhaps , this was where a hint of insecurity shone through . was she doing too much too quickly ? too eager , too hopeful , too naive – again ? but … it felt safe with him . it felt as if she had found the first meaningful conversation since settling in new york – wanting more , hoping he wanted the same and mostly wishing she was not making herself a fool by sharing anecdotes of her life , as simple as they might be to someone who had lived in a big city for the past five years . “ those hours sound … interesting might be the right word . “ moved on from former spiral of thoughts . “ that must make maintaining a social life hard sometimes , does it … ? “ selfish to ask . she was aware . aware and guilty for it .
filiz wants to shake her head , expression on her face apologetic and shadowed by regret . “ no that wasn’t it , really . it’s just so … “ but his words end up interrupting her . she does not mind . not when what he says stops her breath for a brief second and brings back the blush that had been replaced by paleness after slight embarrassment had taken over again . now though , feverish with excitement , weigh shifting from left to right as if she dared to slide off her chair any second would her arm not steady her on the counter still .
“ maybe it was a second chance . or kismet , we say in turkey . “ spoken softer now as she searches for an appropriate answer , for a way to match the charm he had spoken with . she finds none of it , clearly hit with the realization that he was just as interested in her as she seemed with him and from that resulting tickling nerves . “ i would really like that . “ finally answered as she finds the phone in her purse ( a moment of not looking into his eyes to calm the violent beating of her heart ) and hands it over to him . “ you can call yourself from mine so we both have the numbers … “ though , it was not yet a promise that he would actually text … like the match on bumble hadn’t been one for her to text .
He waits, in utter silence, for her to elaborate on what was brought her to the city, give him some context on how she feels regarding talking about her home or if she enjoys the city as much as the majority of the world seems to do, but instead he is met with another question about himself. He doesn't mind sharing himself with others, considers himself an open book with a few skeletons hidden between lines. But he can't help but feel the need to know more about her. Yet, he obliges, not wanting to impose. "No, actually. I moved here about— four, five years ago? Give or take. I wanted to start over and it had been a long dream of mine to come to the city so I just packed my bags and moved here. It was terrifying, but I've never felt more alive" he shrugs, smile still holding in place. It was easy to smile, he noticed, just with the other's presence.
"Was it scary for you? Do you have family here?" he hears himself question, despite his better judgment. Not due to curiosity or just for the sake of it or continue the conversation going without it leading anywhere, but because Alexander remembered what it was like coming to New York for the first time with no support system to fall to, how isolating it had been at the beginning. It had worked out for him at the end of the day and the city had been kind and welcoming, making him feel at home a few months in but he knew it wasn't the case with everyone who arrived to the boisterous place, all he wanted was to make sure others didn't go through the same hardships he did— especially someone as affable as the beautiful woman next to him.
Alex's smile brights up, inevitably so, upon hearing her speak of what she enjoys doing in her spare time, if anything to match her own. As she laughs at her own anecdote and the melodic sound hits his eardrums, the chef realises just how much he'd enjoy to listen to it again, as much as possible; how the simple sound makes his chest tighten. "What games are we talking about? Video games or like, boardgames?" the enthusiasm in his voice evident. "And a crafty artist, I see. New York does seem to have a special allure for artistic souls— do you have a favorite?" Once again, when faced with a fairly similar question, he smiles, if only to ponder on his answer in seriousness for a brief moment. "Work hours are interesting" he begins, taking his glass and moving it around to make the ice and orange peel move around the amber liquid. "When I work at the restaurant it's pretty much a whole day thing. On my days off I cater events, those are tricky. Sometimes I'm required to be there at 11 a.m and other times I have an event at at 8 p.m, you know?"
It takes him longer to piece the enigma together, a puzzled look on his face until he remembers the yellow icon casually forgotten on his phone yet when he does, his entire set of features lights up with both recognition and amusement. He could remember, even then, when he had swiped right on the profile picture the other had provided, how captivating her eyes had been behind a tiny screen. "Oh my god, you are right" it had been exciting, back then, knowing they had matched, both mutually interested in getting to know the other. As things go, the excitement had subsided when she had decided not to reach out and he had been unable to due to the policy of the app, and had forgotten about the existence of the app until that exact moment. "It's alright, I get it. My profile wasn't as interesting. Maybe I should try with a picture of me holding a fish" he hints with a smirk as the other apologizes, followed by a reassuring grin, tilting his head slightly to the side. "At least I got to know you tonight, maybe it was all worth it in the end. And now I don't have feel as weird about asking for your number to text you in the morning and ask if you'd want to go for lunch sometime."
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“ i like podcasts , yes . it helps me with the language too . it’s easier since i moved to new york but back in turkey i didn’t need to speak english all that much . so listening to someone talk in my ear helps actually . “ filiz admits and smiles back at him . the assumption humored her , brought her to nod slowly as she let him guess for a moment . “ hm … not the apple alarm . that one is too harsh for me . i used it for a while and it made waking up even more … unpleasant . “ brunette admits . “ i chose one of the other apple ring tones … and no snooze for me or i will never get up . i have to do it on the first ring or i will be sleepy all day . “ unsurprisingly considering the hours , a certain tiredness started to settle in slowly now and filiz checked her phone for the time . “ which reminds me … bed time . you uhm … “ her gaze comes up to him again , almost a little shy to ask now . “ you wouldn’t mind waiting for a taxi with me , would you ? “
"Oh couldn't be me, I want music around me 24/7, and it makes me wake up a lot better than having to listen to people talk. I have never been a talking, or listening, type of person in the morning in all honesty. So do you-- listen to podcasts or something then? Or just straight up radio? Because sometimes they be talking about the weirdest of things first thing in the morning." he shrugged. "Classic apple alarm, I could never wake up with a favorite song, I'd sleep right through that. What about you? I imagine it's something calm that like wakes you up slowly-- that or you're the type to hit snooze a whole bunch while you actually wake up."
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joe glances over at the barbies on the shelf . his sister had loved them when they were kids , had pushed him to play them with her until one time he’d cut off the hair of her favorite barbie to stop it all . today , he was mildly ashamed for the action . back then had felt proud and as if he had ‘ won ‘ the situation between them . a hand comes up to run over his mouth and chin , smoothing out the stubble against his skin . “ it’s my niece . i’m not sure she enjoys barbie . but with the hype … you’re probably right . “ he moves towards the right shelf to eye all the different options there . picking one up , joe holds it out so the other could see it also . “ this one looks alright . … does it ? “ perhaps , a little feminine energy in his life would have made the choice easier but joe had found himself too wrapped up in his job and in the bad to even consider getting out like that lately .
When it came to children, Jenny's experience with them was almost exclusively through her work at the library. Though during her charge of planning monthly activities for the community she strove to create an array of programs for people of all ages, her most popular programs were always the ones centered around children. But even then, she had a hard time deducing the differences in taste between two, four, and eight year olds. So, the question was not one she was well suited for. Upon first hearing it, Jenny turned to look around in question. Once realizing that she was the only other person in the aisle - and thus, the person the question must have been directed towards - she hesitantly supplied what little knowledge she had as she moved closer to him. "No...? At least, I don't think so. That one on the shelf there with all the parts is definitely not good for the tiny children. It's the year of Barbie, so you couldn't go wrong with that, right? Is your kid a Barbie-type?"
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“ no , no . let’s do it . “ filiz assures the other woman and returns to standing in line much like she had done before . she corrected her pose slightly since she had been leaned forward to look at the board with the menu , half amused by how something as simple as being asked to act naturally would make her act … not naturally . “ let me know when you need me to change something … “
the brunette could sense the other's hesitancy, always more hyperaware than her co-workers of her subject's comfort. when she had the ability to ask, she always did her best to. " it's really okay if you don't feel comfortable. " charlie reassured, brown hues warm and hopefully providing a little ease. " okay so just do what you were doing before! you were in line to buy some cider right? "
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there’s a pause between his question and the answer to it which leads to joe lift his head only to be hit with a wall of brief embarrassment . who he had assumed to be an employee of the store certainly wasn’t , even though his words were of truth and he probably should stay away from the toys with the small pieces . shopping loses its priority for a moment though as he recognizes the face . different setting , for both of them , and yet he recognizes him .
“ if you continue appearing when i least expect it i’m going to have to start thinking there’s a purpose behind this . “ tall man tries to joke as a silent apology for having confused him . cody jensen was certainly furthest on his mind when the detective considered his christmas shopping . the few times he had driven the car while the guy had sat in the back with his wrists in cuffs were not forgotten . yet , it was not in joseph’s nature to see this side of him only . he’d taken wrong paths before . and right ones . cody surely had made good choices as well in his life . “ christmas shopping ? “ brunette tries to steer small talk to move past the awkwardness .
he hated shopping this time of year.
while christmas certainly wasn't his least favorite time of year, he felt far less love for the holiday that he remembered feeling as a kid. if anything, it just made him anxious. there was always a sense of rushing among everyone and it was infectious, making him always feel like he was late for something or another. it didn't help that it wasn't even the right month. so here he was, in the wee hours of the morning of november first, barely awake as he shuffled past the decorations and toys in his haste to get new kitchen towels.
he glanced around the aisle when the other man spoke, realizing that the voice must be talking to him. it took a full ten seconds to even register the question, then another two to bite back the how the hell should i know? that nearly fell from his lips. he glanced at the wall of trinkets in front of them, considering all the options before letting out a raspy –
❝ i think it depends on whether it's a boy or a girl. and at four, you should probably stay away from things with small pieces." he let the silence hang between them for a moment, clearing his throat before adding ❝ choking hazards, my guy."
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“ i’ve been here for a few months . “ the reason for why she had chosen to leave behind her home remained unspoken about . for now ... as comfortably as she had slipped into opening herself in the conversation with him , this felt as too big of a topic to discuss so early into them meeting – especially when gazes lingered , smiles were wider than their needed to be and shy compliments were exchanged . “ are you from … here ? “
as their conversation carried on , the brunette tried putting her finger on where they could know each other from . it felt silly to not remember immediately . stupid almost when already she had found several memorable details about him – the way he allowed the pauses between her words without interrupting her , how questions he asked felt genuine and how he did not make her feel that his intention was to just take her home tonight . perhaps , if the latter would have been the case , she would already have left the stool she sat on . but no . a feeling of security settled in his presence .
“ i like staying in as well . game nights are fun , that is if my roommates are willing to . “ filiz laughs , honestly and bright . “ i actually really enjoy workshops as well . painting ceramics , candle making … crafting is the overall word for it , i think ? last week i went to a pumpkin carving class . but my jack o’lantern did not pass , i ended up leaving him there . “ more laughter , amused by her own failure rather than ashamed of it . “ and you ? i would guess you usually work when people are out … because of working hours , i mean . “
and then it clicked . ‘ no other will appear unannounced tonight ‘ . he did not have a girlfriend and neither did she have a boyfriend and that was how they were familiar with each other’s faces . blood shoots into her cheeks and turns them into a deeper shade of red . her stomach jumps . some of the original thrill from wen they had first started talking returns . “ i think … we might actually have matched on bumble before . “ which , in itself , felt embarrassing enough to admit even though alex was just as involved in it as she was . yet , it had been filiz who never reached out and now felt slightly embarrassed of it . but she remembered why , remembered well , remembered having typed and deleted – typed and deleted and typed and deleted until her own words had sounded so stupid that she gave up . now , that they hat met the feeling of awkwardness was quickly explained: he was cute . handsome . humorous . gentle in the way he spoke . all the things filiz could like … “ i’m … sorry i didn’t reach out before actually . “ brunette admits with the same stumble in her tone as before .
His lips twitch upward once he hears what the other lists as her love languages pas the bartender approaches them with their order drinks and he gives them a grateful nod, his own fingertips twitching while he holds onto his new glass beautifully garnished with a beautifully crafted orange peel. There's something to say about the unwavering need for touch that is so painfully familiar to him, wanting to feel the heat of one's companion, an anchor of sorts. So, he fidgets with the fabric of his sweater instead to give his senses something to focus on, all whilst still looking directly at the other not wanting to miss a thing she says, both out of respect and genuine interest. "Seems like we share a language, then" he chuckles gingerly. "Sadly food-making is not a part of the official list but I think the list should be updated" If he makes an extra effort on trying to remember the new piece of information given to him— he tries to make himself believe is out of courtesy and not because he believes it will be something important for him to know at any given time.
It's not lost in him, the way he finds himself holding his breath throughout her soliloquy about nightlife in her hometown vs the big city they share for the moment up until she assures him that no , he's not keeping her from anyone, throughly glad the music that is too hip for him to recognize and the chitchat surrounding them is far louder than his own heartbeat. "I've heard sunrises in Turkey are one of the most beautiful sights a human eye will ever experience, have you been here for long?" he inquires, keeping the questions he really wants to ask for himself when he realizes talking about missing someone's hometown and what one could've left behind is not always a welcomed subject, especially when you are just meeting the other person.
Despite his best efforts, his smile grows tender when she stumbles with her own words, making him cast his gaze downwards to try and hide how endearing he finds it. So he takes the glass filled with amber liquid and brings it to his lips, taking a small sip while gathering enough courage to look at the beautiful woman's eyes once again. "I get what you mean, about not going out as much I mean. I'm not like a hermit or anything but I do enjoy staying in over all of this, most days" this particular outing was an exception to the rule, it was a rare occurrence to find a beautiful woman ready to spark up a conversation, and it was rarer for the conversation to go as well as he believed theirs was going, to spark something in him. "What do you do, then? I mean— what is something you like to do while the rest of New York is out, chasing the thrill?"
A humorous chuckle escapes him as she provides her own conjecture regarding his personal life, making him shake his head in response, a hint of rouge spreading through his neck. "No other beautiful, intelligent women will appear unannounced tonight, that I promise you" the green-eyed man hiccups between laughs, the hand that is not occupied holding onto the cold glass reaches for his side as he tries to calm himself down whilst providing the other a gentle smile. "I don't think you could creep a single person out even if you tried if we are being fair" a pause, his trained gaze taking as much of her features in as the lightning allows him to, the sense of familiarity shared between them is more than a person you meet in queue at the bank. Most of the people he serves at the restaurant are Brooklyn bound and when he caters he normally only sees whoever is throwing the event and the kitchen, unless asked otherwise so chances of them meeting at his work at slim. "You do look familiar but I can't really put my finger on it— if we had been introduced before I'd remember" how could he not?
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Oliver Jackson-Cohen and Emma Mackey play First Impressions
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it’s easy to follow each word falling from his lips . regardless of the bass echoing through the club and drunken patrons clumsily bumping into them as they tried to put in an order with the bartender , his voice was warm and comforting and … exciting . their encounter was sweet and exciting – exactly what filiz craved to be around . just one more reason to add to the list why she found herself hoping the conversation would live on a little longer .
chuckling , fil leans one elbow onto the counter to steady herself seating as she’d found herself leaning in a little closer towards him – wanting to make sure she heard all she said and … perhaps tempted to find out what it would feel like to be in his personal space , to feel the comfort of his presence . realizing that she might be acting quicker than she should , refrains from it and leans back a little again . “ that makes me wonder what my love language is . probably … something between acts of service and touch . “ nodding to underline her own words , brunette feels the wide smile on plump lips as baby blue hues don’t look away from green ones .
“ uhm … “ a slight redness finds its way onto her cheeks and crawls down her neck slowly to heat up the skin on her chest too . it was still a sensitive topic . still , even though filiz was over it , over him , over all that had happened . but the heartbreak was not yet forgotten . the struggle of wanting to form a connection while being frightened of what that could mean , was written on her features for a brief moment before she regained control of herself . the topic would come up . and she wanted to be able to speak about it without the memories flashing her mind . “ i’m … really not a party person at all . hard to believe considering i came here by myself and let a stranger buy me a drink ... “ the attempt at a joke as the corner of her mouth curls up once more . “ i come from a small town in turkey . clubbing isn’t really a topic there . but it is nice to get the whole new york experience . and i’m not a grande dating person either . i mean i do go out , i try – like most of us probably . but no , you’re not holding me up from anyone . i mean . dating … “ falling over her own words as embarrassment ties her tongue enough for her to shut herself up for a moment .
gaze falls to her own hands before she can face him again . “ i made that so complicated , sorry . no , you’re not holding me back from anyone . “ small sip from her drink as if that would erase any of the shameful scene she’d just provided . “ and … i’m half assuming a beautiful and intelligent woman will come around any second and introduce herself as your girlfriend . on the other hand … and i truly hope this doesn’t come across creepy now but you almost appear a little familiar to me . maybe we’ve walked past each other before . no girlfriend involved . “ filiz chuckles , wishful the rambling had not put him off yet .
Alex does his best to notice the little things about things that matter to him, always. It's a blessing most days and a curse on the worse. It has helped in every single job he ever has had, noticing things other may not, has given him real advantages for getting jobs or building himself up in hierarchies. In personal relationships, has been a double-edged sword, at best. It's easy to detect when others are uncomfortable or to learn details about others upon meeting without even speaking one word; it has also done irreparable damage, especially when he notices others slipping away. It's not innate in him but something he works on maintaining every single day, be conscious about others and their needs. When meeting new people, it helps with the way he stirs his conversations based on their body language or learning details about them he wouldn't otherwise. When the stranger asks for no alcohol, he doesn't comment on it and brings no attention to the request, simply makes a mental note about it with the hopes that, if they shall ever cross paths again ( something he hopes for ) or their exchange lasts longer through the night, he can remember said detail.
He doesn't fail to notice when the subject about her job and life is dropped, yet again he doesn't push it but makes a mental note about it. For a while, the green-eyed wonders if he's overstaying his welcome and he should start planning to leave the young woman be, not wanting to be a hassle nor make her uncomfortable, when he's presented with more questions about his own life and encouraged to keep talking however, he does.
"No, if we're being honest. I don't really go out much, not like this anyways" the chef points around them with a sheepish smile. For one, he is glad he did. "I'm more of a 'staying-in-and-throwing-big-dinners kind of guy. I believe one of the greatest pleasures in life comes from sharing a good meal with others" he agrees with her statement wholeheartedly while the grin on his face expands, "I also happen to enjoy providing said meal. You know how they say there's like, love languages? Mine would definitely be making food for people". It was one of the many things he had learned from his mother from a very young age, a lesson he had managed to make a living from. Feeling the conversations stirring into a one-side territory, he decides to try his luck on some other matters. "But what about you? Do you enjoy going out as much as the majority of people in this city does?" a pause, "Am I keeping you from anything? Were you waiting for anyone, perhaps a date? I wouldn't want to impose".
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halloween had barely passed and joe’s mind had jumped to christmas already . while october had been so busy , the detective had promised himself to make more time to get in the holiday spirit this time . the store wasn’t busy yet – the early birds out to catch worms probably all sleeping today after a long spooky night ( oh , how much he wished he was one of those but his body refused lay-ins past 8am ) . yet , that didn’t make the first christmas shopping any easier . “ what would a four year old like ? “ half assuming that it was an employee in the aisle with him , joe did not look over right away . “ are all of these toys fitting ? “ @corneliastarters
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