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“Oh shit...you’re really putting me on the spot.” Callie’s grip tightened on the bottle of vodka she was carrying. Vodka, her old friend, her tried and true, the only thing that had fueled her back in the day. She used to drink it straight, drink a whole bottle. Now she had some light cocktails with Calum once in a blue moon. Her definition of fun was changing, evolving, and she wasn’t sure what kind of answer this girl was looking for. “Well the wine is a good start, I’d throw in something harder too in case you wanna get ‘dance break in the kitchen’ drunk. You’ll wanna binge something on Netflix. You should hit up the club at least one night, see if an adult sleepover is in store.”

Kassidy was finished with work for 4 days and she was kind of ready for a break. She was planning on having an night in with a bottle of wine and movies. Realising she had no one coming over and she laughed a little as she stood there as she ran a hand through her hair for a moment as she stood in the queue to get her drink, “Okay look I know this is random to ask in the queue, but i was just wondering if you had 4  days off how would you spend them? I need inspiration.” She laughed a little as she held the wine in her hand. @amorestart​

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noablke‌:

“I’m starting to write in a journal as lame as that sounds and just getting thoughts on paper is hard, y’know? I wish my thought process worked a lot better.” He admitted truthfully, “For as long as I lived in Michigan, I never got to visit Kalamazoo–even just for the fun name. Did you like living there?” he asked. “You know, I have literally nothing holding me back from traveling–so I wish I knew why I didn’t.” Maybe because of the fact he needed to have a city where he could be stable in. Traveling just worried him too much. “So far, it’s keeping me. Maybe you’ll find a reason to stay. There are always little things that can keep us in a place.”

“That’s not lame...journaling is a perfect space to start. Some of my book ideas were born from random free writing in a journal. My brain would snag on an idea or a feeling and I’d think, what could I build out of this?” Callie isn’t a nerd about a lot of things but this...writing...god she loves it. She loves it but she’s never really shared that love freely before. “You could always try prompts. They kinda give you a nice diving off point. There’s some cool prompt generators online, I found this fantasy themed one that’s a lot of fun.” Seemed like they were polar opposites, or well, he was the polar opposite of the shadow of herself she’d been. “Mmm they should quote you if they ever make a brochure page.”

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calciumtrashbin‌:

Their history had been complicated. Not necessarily combined complicated, but they each came from a complicated place. For years he had hidden within his trauma while she had lived within hers until they found safety in one another’s presence. It was unconventional but it worked for them, and to have finally gotten to a place where they could do something as simple as get one another gifts before a date felt so insanely significant. He dropped his hands, letting them claim her waist while she helped him in getting his bowtie on and when he was done he let go just long enough to step back and let her get a proper look at him. “Do I? I feel dapper as fuck.” Calum said excitedly as he ran his fingers through his messy brown locks. The distance only lasting a second before their wrapped up in one another again. “When we first started talking about leaving I was a little nervous. I don’t know what was keeping me so attached to California but it was like a safe place. But I don’t really feel like I need to be attached there anymore either. You’re my safe place now. So as long as I have you, I’ll follow you anywhere.” He assured her as he kissed her again. “But I do think we’re going to need to get married while we’re here because I don’t think I’m going to be able to last much longer without making this official.” He teased as he tugged lightly at her shirt. 

He could tell right away that a different instinct was going to take over if they’d kept up the way they were, so he let himself stand there kissing her, pressing her back slightly against the couch for another minute before forcing himself to pull away to at least an arm’s length of a distance. “Okay. I am going to find a vase for your flowers. If you want to grab whatever else you think we’re going to need and I think we should go, baby. Otherwise, we’re never going to leave the house and we already haven’t done that in like 3 days.” He said, unsure if he was saying this more to convince her or himself as he took a breath to try and give himself to will power to back away. 

They are always one wrong move away from ruining their own plans. Callie could have been swayed so easily. Lingering against the couch, kissing him, for even a second longer and she would have forgotten all about the walk, would have taken everything off him but the bow tie. “House unpacked first,” she shot back flirtatiously when he tugged at her shirt and spoke of marriage. “When I make you carry my over the threshold as your wife I don’t want it to be in a house full of unpacked boxes. I want it to be in our home, a finished home, spaces claimed and prepared for our life together.” Even though she knows it’s for the best, her skin misses the warmth of him when he pulls away. She bites down on her lower lip to keep from pouting. “Right, yes. You do the flowers, I will finish our picnic basket.”

It had been half packed with the non perishables, but now she moved to the kitchen to raid the fridge for the sandwiches - peanut butter and jelly, and ham and cheese, potato salad, ants on a log, fruit salad. Callie wasn’t a great cook so she’d gone for items that weren’t hard to tackle, but it had felt nice to cook for Calum. To put a meal together for them. She’d even gone so far as to get an actual picnic basket, and when she met Calum by the front door, she was wielding it proudly. They were going to do this, go out into the world on a date instead of lounging around the house like shut ins. “Are you ready for our dalliance with the outside world, good Sir?” She puts on an affected accent, does a fake curtsy, and reaches her hand out towards him, playful smile on her face. 

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noablke‌:

“I admire writers. Always wish I could have been one,” he admitted to the stranger. “Yeah no it’s a very pretty and quiet town. I’m surprised there’s not a lot of tourism here–but then again it’s a blessing, right? I never even knew about this town before I saw a job posting–but then again before here I’ve never left Michigan,” he told her. “I’ve been here for just over two years. It’s been great so far, most definitely.”

“You still can be,” she answered with a soft smile.  “I mean, you don’t have to be published to just enjoy trying it out, playing around with worlds.” Michigan is a familiar name, she’d rolled through the state quite a few times. “I’ve been to Michigan. Lived in Kalamazoo for a few months just for the sheer delight of the name.” Two years seemed so long, like centuries, compared to the way she’d tumble weeded from place to place. “I have always been very bad at keeping my place in one town or city for too long. But I figure if any place has a chance of changing that, it’s San Amore.” 

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summermcmill‌:

Summer smiled with a laugh, shaking her head a little at the word she’d chosen to latch onto, but still agreeing. It was a good thing, much better than regular caffeine, so she’d take what she could get. She felt a little bit awkward just standing next to the girl who’d already found a nice place to settle down and work on whatever she needed to, but it was nice to have company, to have a person who actually wanted to listen to you. “Thank you! This place is like my baby, so thank you very much”. Listening to her story made Summer swoon a little bit. A romantic at heart, it made her happy to see how people got their happy ending “And what stage are you on? Has the couch already made it, or are you just sitting on beanbags watching the TV while you wait?” She asked as a joke, though it had been a personal struggle for her at times, fond memories of her first college apartment very vivid in her mind “I mean, this place really does look like one to settle down. There’s something about small towns that makes you wanna stick around”

She wants to ask the blonde to sit down with her, stay a while. Thinking back she can’t imagine she’d ever felt that urge before. Connecting with people was so often a way to curb boredom, a game to play, a matter of convenience. It was never an itch under her skin, it was never an urge. Except now it was sometimes, and of course it decided to rear its ugly head when the blonde had a business to run, and certainly couldn’t be expected to entertain lengthy conversations. “I can tell. You can feel the care and intention the second you walk in here.” At the follow up query on the couch, Callie let out a laugh. “The couch made it, and the entertainment center too. But we’re still using boxes for a coffee table and I’m pretty sure a chunk of kitchen utensils and plates are in those boxes.” Callie nods along even though she’s never understood. Small towns had meant nothing to her a year ago, they’d held no magic. Sticking around...what a strange, new concept. “It looks like a Norman Rockwell painting, and i”m not mad about it. You have to fill me in though. Tell me that as quaint and picturesque as this place is in the day it has a decent nightlife.”

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itsjohnnysantos‌:

“Oh,” he nodded at her reasoning, pressing his lips together “makes sense, I guess…even if you end up in uncomfortable positions. This is probably not the weirdest thing you’ve done, then” he let out a short laugh, nodding at her laptop “so, you writing a book or something?”

Callie let out a knowing laugh and shook her head. “No...no where it gets really weird is when I’m trying to write some intense dialogue between characters. Sometimes saying it in your head isn’t right, you need to act it out, say it out loud, make sure it sounds like something a person would say. And that leads to me scaring people in public when I start having all sorts of conversations seemingly with myself.” Her fingers traced the edge of her laptop and she nodded, petting the keyboard like it was a pet she was trying to coax into behaving. “It will be a book or something one day. Right now it’s a horrifying mess of ideas, 80 percent of which will probably get cut later.”

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I don’t think anyone chooses to have their personal life on display for the world to see and judge, but at the same time, I won’t stop living my life and going with my heart. Everyone deals with judgment and other people voicing their opinions without ever knowing the full and true story. People won’t stop spreading things they’ve heard through the grapevine, or creating stories based on a random picture. It doesn’t matter what industry you’re in. There will always be people who react even when they don’t know what’s going on.

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calciumtrashbin‌:

Calum chuckled when she called him out for lying about his sense of direction. As if he hadn’t been the one to get them lost driving to San Amore in the first place. It wasn’t as if they’d really had a destination in mind, but even in their attempts at pit stops he’d somehow managed to take the long way just about every time. He’d never claimed directions as a strong suit. Cal liked the way she was cautious of his flowers. That she made sure not to let him crush them in his eagerness to kiss her and at the same time managed to sneak past him a gift of her own. Something he hadn’t even seen yet and already had him blushing. “Baby you didn’t..” He paused before he let the rest out. They knew they didn’t have to get each other anything. That wasn’t why they did it. They did it because they cared and loved one another and that’s what he needed to remind himself. Callie wasn’t like any of the girls who had come before her. She was better and she made him better in return. 

His excitement when he watched her show him the small box was almost childlike as he took it in his hands and oh so carefully opened it to reveal the bow tie she’d bought him. One that was going to go oh so perfectly with the collared shirt he’d picked out for their date. There was something about San Amore that screamed dapper and for some reason he fully intended on striving to fit in. Leaving the part of him that was grungy and dark behind him to the best of his ability. This was a new start. A new place for them to grow. He was quick to pull it out of the box and start working it around his neck, unsure if he completely remembered what that required. “Will you um.. will you help me put this on?” He asked as his fingers fidgeted with it. I don’t actually know if I ever learned how to do this. I think I can sort of barely do a tie but a bow tie is so much better!” He announced as he pulled her in for another kiss before she could even get her hands on it. “I love it. I love you. You are so good for me.” 

“Baby, I absolutely did,” she answered with a proud grin. She was better at surprises then he was, and that was fine because he deserved them so much more. Callie eats up the joy on his face as he pulls the bow tie out. That look is everything to her, it’s her whole heart wrapped up in his smile. A bow tie and a bouquet of flowers. Seemingly small and insignificant, but a show of how far they’d come. How much they’d swept up the broken pieces of themselves and joined them to make a story.  “I got you,” she answered, fingers moving to help settle bow tie against his neck. Bow ties are easier so that’s a win for you. I bet we can find a tutorial on youtube if we need it but in the meantime...” She finished with the bow and her hands smoothed appreciatively down his chest. “I think you look dapper as fuck.”

She feels the kiss coming before his arms capture her, which means she’s already smiling when their lips collide. Callie Forsythe has never been a girl that thought she’d be good for someone, that wanted to be good for someone. And here she was with a boy who told her that she was exactly that for him every day, and she believed him. “I love you. I love you so much I’m gonna marry you. I like it here, Calum. If I came here by myself before, I’d have rolled my eyes, graffiti tagged a building and then busted out of here. But with you...with you my eyes see this place as potential, as something that matches the soft fuzzy way you make my heart feel.” She wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him harder. “I wanna stay here. I wanna stay here with you and memorize this town and melt into it and make it our home.”

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laikcn‌:

laiken couldn’t help but to giggle at the reaction, it was so damn sweet and she appreciated that. “kiss me? but you haven’t even bought me dinner yet!” laiken joked, before holding a hand to her heart, “i must confess though… the only reason i know that word is because of a song by the 1975,” she laughed, “don’t judge me on my music taste, okay.” she nodded though, it was a beautiful word which was why she remembered it. “i love those words that in another language, it just isn’t translatable, if you know what i mean? in afrikaans, we have this word called dwaal,” laiken explained, exhaling a small cloud of smoke from her cigarette, “there’s no literal translation, but it basically means like, if you’re wandering aimlessly, kinda lost in your own world sort of thing, dazing or in a daydream.”

“I like the 1975. I only know like three of their songs....but I like them.”  Callie didn’t judge people for music, for tv or movies, for books. She didn’t judge people for anything they loved and connected with because she’d spent so long not being able to connect with anything. Callie is fascinated as the blonde talks about words that don’t translate, a thing she’s in love with as well. “Dwaal,” she parroted, trying not to completely butcher the beauty of it. “I love that. Wow...I really love that. If ever a word existed that feels like it fit me it would be that one. I kept using the term wanderlust but even that wasn’t quite right. Cause to lust after something means to chase after it with intention, to feel it, to wanted it, and I didn’t necessary want to wander aimlessly, I just was.”

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itsjohnnysantos‌:

Johnny let out a laugh, relieved. He felt as if he had passed an exam. He watched her type, raising an eyebrow. Was that a cue to leave her alone?  Apparently not, as she spoke again. “Oh, yeah. Meeting my bro soon” he shrugged, feeling more at ease, he decided to go ahead and ask what was on his mind. “Gotta ask though–why are you sitting there?” he pointed the sidewalk.

It’s a fair question, and now that she’s finished the sentence, gotten the bare bones of the scene down, she can close her laptop and give him her attention as she rises back to her feet. “Ah...weird writer quirk. Sometimes just...the perfect sentence, piece of dialogue, important plot twist, hits you and you have to stop what you’re doing and get it down now before you lose it.”

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noablke‌:

“Are you a writer?” he asked, curiously. Noah always thought he’d get into writing growing up because it was one of the ways he was able to get all of his thoughts down for his therapists growing up because he never knew how to put them into words out loud. But–his mind could not focus on it. So here he was–thirty years old and a bartender. “It’s just a calm feeling. If only there was some way to describe the smell of it,” he replied, smiling. “Don’t worry that happens on Saturdays,” he said in reply to her comment. “Joking–I think that’s why so many of us like this little town. You just feel at peace with yourself.”

Writing has always been something she did in secret. Without owning it, without sharing it with anyone till it was printed under the safe anonymity of her pseudonym. But now she was starting to grow into a person she could stand, could be proud of, there was a tiny itch in the back of her mind. “I am,” she answered softly, the words feeling strange but not bad as they tripped off her tongue. “I’m surprised it hasn’t been inundated with tourists. It’s like this place is a little slice of heaven you don’t hear about, you just stumble upon. Like magic. You been here long?”

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 summermcmill‌:

The blonde chuckled at the way Callie spoke about herself, shrugging her shoulders in her own admittance as well “Look, it took me so long to finally figure out so many things about the vegan coffee industry… It’s really a whole different world, but turmeric is really good for you, it’s got inflammatory properties, some people even put the root into the ‘superfood’ category” She added a shrug at the end of that as well. She didn’t like calling things superfoods, everything in excess was bad for you, so she took that as a grain of salt. Taking her card, she tapped it on the reader and the space for her to sign popped up on the screen “You’ll get the receipt on your email” She quipped quickly, a habit of working there, before giving the card back to her. It took not a minute to have the latte ready before putting a few large cookies that had just come out on a plate for her. She took the things down to her table and set them up nicely for her “We’ve just opened, it’s my restaurant. I used to have it back in Detroit, but the big city life kinda… I don’t know, I spent a day here while on holiday and was like I need to move here instantly. So I did! How about you, have you been here for long?”

“Superfood....well shit, I’m in then.” Callie had gone through a large chunk of her life not particularly caring for her body. She was a wraith trapped in a prison of bone and muscle and sinew and all she wanted was drink and cigarettes and fast food. Now she hadn’t necessarily turned into a health nut overnight, but she had a life she wanted to live...a life she wanted to stick around for a long time. It could be said that sometimes she consciously wanted to make choices to combat some of the carelessness she’d put her body through. “Oh...happy belated opening,” she offered with a smile. She admired the decisiveness in the blonde’s voice, the way she’d known this place was a fit for her. “My fiance and I just moved here a month ago. And you know how moving goes, you spend the first few weeks buried in boxes second guessing yourself and arguing over where to put the couch. And then the next week you spend on said couch recovering. We’re just starting to get out and explore now. We came from a smaller city but before that I moved around a lot, kind of a drifter. Never saw myself landing in a place like this. San Amore screams roots and stability.”

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calciumtrashbin‌:

Flowers. Flowers. Flowers. How hard could it be to find flowers in a town like this? Calum didn’t really think it’d actually be that hard, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t picky. Every date with her still felt like a first date. He still felt nervous, the butterflies moving around in his stomach, the miracle of physics that he was with palms that felt sweaty while simultaneously remaining ice cold no matter how many times he rubbed them together. He’d struck out in his search at shop one and somehow managed to stumble through 2 more before finding orchids that could remind him of her. Something that glistened and made him feel warm as he watched them sitting amongst the rest. He brought them home with a sense of pride after making several wrong turns and having to google maps his way back to their new home. 

“Who me? Nah I just so happen to be an expert with directions.” He assured her as he entered through their front door, clicking off his Siri before it gave him away. “I was just feeling kind of picky because I wanted today to be really special,” Calum explained as he brought out the flowers he’d spent at least an hour tracking down. His free arm wrapped around her instinctively as he pulled her in and returned her kiss. “But also they definitely changed the roads around since we last went out.” 

She knew the flowers were coming and still she blushed. Still her heart pitter pattered and a shiver of emotion ran up her spine. “They’re beautiful, Calum,” she murmured, bringing the flowers to her nose so she could smell them. And then she’s wrapped up in his kiss, arm draped around his neck. She’s trying not to crush the delicate flowers against his chest but also nothing, absolutely nothing, is getting in the way of her kissing him feverishly. “Terrible liar. You are a terrible liar,” she laughs, pulling back to nuzzle the tip of her nose against his as he insists he didn’t get lost. “I have something for you too.” He was so focused on her face he didn’t notice she had anything in her hand when she moved to embrace him. And now she pulled that hand back into a view, holds up the box.

“Calum Goodrich, you spend so much time trying to spoil me that I feel like I’m racing trying to keep up with you. But this time I was ready.” She’s grinning, giddy with excitement. Calum is...well...he’s not easy to shop for, but he’s also not hard to shop for. It’s best to appeal to the boyishness in him, mix it up with the desire to be grown and fancy.  “Open it,” she urged, indicating the box. And when he does, inside is a bow tie. Not just a bow tie, but a bow tie with a pattern of bow ties upon it. Calum got an absurd amount of delight out of unnecessary coincidences, out of playful jokes and repetitions. If there was a more perfect bow tie out there for him she would never find it. “You said you wanted to feel fancy when we went for our river stroll. And this...this fits the bill I think.”

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summermcmill‌:

Summed wasn’t even done talking before the girl called Sold on her idea, and the blonde couldn’t help but clap her hands a little bit “Alright! You look a little bit confused about the latte, don’t worry, trust me it’ll change your life, it’s got so many benefits for you. And if you don’t like it, I’ll swap it out for a normal one or a cup of matcha, if you’re into it” She added with a smile, tapping things on a tablet and setting her up. Her question made her think “Well, I’m new too, but we’re not… Particularly busy right now, there’s a table over there by the corner that’s pretty quiet most of the time, and you’ll get a bit of sunlight in a few hours. Why don’t you go sit there and I’ll bring you the latte once the cookies are out”

“To be fair, my face likes to make a perpetual expression of confusion without my consent, even if I’m not confused.” It’s an irrelevant point to make, she’s trying to be playful, be funny. People liked funny, right? “I’m down to try new things, turmeric might be my new favorite beverage after this.” And if worse comes to worse she knows she likes matcha from a taste test she did for book research a few years ago. Callie looked over her shoulder to the table she was being directed to and nodded. “Sounds perfect, thank you,” she answered as she slid her card and signed off on the payment. This whole town was so cute, all the people she’d met so far were so absurdly adorably cute she was starting to think they were all a hallucination. The table is sturdy and Callie pulled out her phone, scrolling through her book inspiration boards on pinterest. The shop wasn’t too busy, all the sounds were white nose, oven doors closing, the bell at the door ringing occasionally, soft conversations. Considering she’s not a vegan, it feels amusing that she might have made this her new favorite place when she was out of the house. “How long have you worked here? Or do you own it? I guess the question fits either way,” she called, when the blonde was in earshot.

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laikcn‌:

she’d stepped out for a nervous cigarette; it was laiken’s first day in the shop and it was safe to say that it hadn’t gone as smoothly as she’d hoped for it to go. her boss seemed wary of her, not the most friendly of men and he’d been barking orders at her all morning which made her want to rip her hair out. why did she sign up for this again? as she stepped out onto the sidewalk, laiken swiftly lit up a cigarette before a voice caught her off guard. glancing down, she laughed loudly at the question, “isn’t it called petrichor?” laiken offered, “like, a comforting earthy smell– it’s actually my favourite. i think that’s why i like it here, it actually rains.”

“Oh shit...THAT’S IT.” Her voice sizzled with triumphant gratitude. There were a list of placeholder words she could have popped in but here came this absolute angel with the exact word she’d been looking for. “Pretrichor, yes....YES...oh my god I could kiss you, my friend. Thank you so much, it was gonna drive me crazy.”  Her fingers fly across the keyboard to add the proper last piece to the scene she’d been working on. “Oh fuck yes...yes....oh this is what I needed like...I know it’s not actually an onomatopoeia...but it’s one of those words that just...feels like what you’re trying to describe. Petrichor. It just feels earthy and damp and alive.”

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theoliviaquinn‌:

seeing a girl sitting on the sidewalk didn’t make it to the top ten weird things she’d seen in her life, but said girl asking her to describe the smell in the air after it rains? yeah … that did win a spot.   “  uh,   ”  liv pressed her lips into a thin line, actually forcing herself to think of a good answer to that question.   “  refreshing is the one that comes to my mind.  ”  she answered with a quick shrug, slowly taking a few steps towards the other.   “  since you asked me a really unexpected question, am i allowed to ask why you’re sitting on the sidewalk?  ”  liv smiled politely, leaning against the same building the brunette’s back was pressed to.   “  i’m sure there are plenty of more comfortable places for you to be doing this.  ”

“Refreshing.” It wasn’t what she wanted, wasn’t wholly encompassing, but she’d have to make due till the right word came to mind. Google was a thing but she’d learned she needed to turn her wifi off when she was writing. Too easy for the internet to answer your query and then lead you to distraction. She releases a chuckle when the girl inquired. It was definitely a fair exchange. “There are more comfortable and I was at them....but they were like...too comfortable?” How did you explain the finicky nature of a writing muse? How it felt like an entity in side you, alive and awake and demanding to be fed and every day its tastes were different. “I was at the coffee shop but it was too quiet. And then I was heading to the park but my boot heels keep catching in the cobblestone and when I got annoyed I got this snippet of really important dialogue in my head and if I wait to get to a comfortable destination I might lose it.” She’s almost got the scene, she’s almost done, her eyes darting from her screen back to the blonde. “Suffer for your art, am I right?”

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itsjohnnysantos‌:

Johnny walked out of his favorite coffee stop, with two cups in his hand. He was supposed to meet up with his brother, but he had found himself with enough time to buy something for the walk. He hadn’t noticed the woman sitting on the sidewalk until he heard a couple of people whisper about it. His eyes darted towards her just at the moment she had spoken to him, taking him aback.  “Uh–”John wasn’t bright or well-spoken, so the question took him by surprise. Also, the stranger sitting by the sidewalk was weird. He bit the inside of his cheek, giving it a thought. “Sweet? Fresh?” he answered tentatively, almost wondering if he was being tested.

Yikes. Her social skills were...well...rustier than she wanted to admit. Or maybe it wasn’t rusty as much as she had always utilized them under the cover of inebriation. Sober Callie hadn’t made friends on her own, and drunk Callie hadn’t made friends as much as she’d made distractions. “Fresh is good...I like fresh,” she answered with a nod, fingers flying across her keyboard. She’s not completely immune to the knowledge that it’s weird she’s sitting on the sidewalk, but she’s tried five different more appropriate venues and when inspiration hits sometimes you have to grab it by the horns. “I’d offer to buy you a coffee as thanks once I finish this paragraph but...” she eyed the two cups in his hand. “Looks like you’re already set.”