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Merrock Task # 27: Spring Scrapbook

Favorite Beverage: Strawberry Acai Refresher

Favorite Activity: Hiking

Favorite Outfit: T-Shirt, Pants & Sneakers

Favorite Flowers: Tulips

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"Ugh, you're telling me. I feel like it would take me absolutely no time to spend all the money in my account here. It's so nice that they do this and the vendors are amazing." He was looking at some of the little knick knacks as the woman was speaking to him. "I am here for a lot of the fresh vegetables because I eat so many veggies it's actually unreal." He spoke honestly. "Plus I like to see the things people make to sell too so I always tried to leave with something like that."

WHO: Nari & OPEN!

WHERE: Farmer's Market, countryside

WHEN: any Wednesday in May

"It would be so easy to go broke on one pass through the market," Nari lamented with a soft sigh, picking up a small container of even smaller potatoes, looking them before before setting them back down, trying not to over buy. Then came the part of finding space to put everything and, of course, trying to use it all before it went bad. "What's on your list for the day, anything exciting that you're looking to take home?"

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"Oh sorry. Maybe it was just the moment but I definitely didn't pick up on it." He explained to the woman as he ran a hand through his hair nervously. "Really? Two times? That's actually kind of crazy to hear." He said, not sure what he would do if this happened to him again in just a span of a month. "No, no. There's no need for you to buy me a new one. That's totally not necessary. You don't need to. It was totally my fault for not paying attention."

"No shit, I'm not being—" serious. Sav held a breath, irritatingly letting the exhale really settle. Two free beginners kick boxing courses later, the first all about honing instant aggrievances - the second no better but something clearly worked when he retreated with an apology and Sav held back on the inner dialogue, Finley, not the one to lash out at, "I know you were. Being nice I mean," she started, splaying her top as the wet was exactly that against her skin, and cold, reaching for her own napkins, "Second time it's happened to me now this month. I'm starting to think third times a charm will be karma's fuck around and find out — maybe I need to buy you a new one, what was it? We're gonna ask for not-McDonalds lawsuit levels of hot though..."

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"That's fair, I have to agree with you there." Finley spoke with a smile on his face as he looked at Stelly. "Yeah well that's just my luck that yours is completely fine and I now need a new one." Finley teased as he shook his head at her offer. "Oh my gosh, no. You don't need to worry about that at all. I don't need you buying me a new coffee when you literally did nothing wrong!" He explained.

"There are worse things to smell like," they agreed with a laugh. It could have been something foul, trash that was being thrown way… although trash being on the ground was probably preferred to someone's brand new drink that they hadn't even gotten to enjoy yet. That might be the actual sad part in this story. "I feel bad, 'cuz mine's mostly unscathed," they looked at their own cup of coffee and then back up at Finley, "let me buy you a new one, please? Just because no one deserves to start their day with… well, that," they gestured to the coffee on the ground at their feet with a small laugh.

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"unfortunately my coffee did not survive the accident so I think I will be buying another one because today is not the day to not have coffee. It's bad enough that this just happened but now I know that this is probably going to be a rough day for me overall."

"Hey, no worries." Iris turned and gave Finley a friendly smile. She was used to a bit of a mess, especially when it came to coffee. Plus, it mostly got on her shoes, which could handle it. "Did your coffee survive the accident?"

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Finley was brought back to reality and he realized that he had ran into someone who had a stroller which contained two children in it. He made sure the children were okay as well even though they weren't his and he sighed softly to himself, glad that they weren't affected by the scene that had just occured. He looked back up and saw the gentleman who was with the children and he couldn't help but rub the back of his neck nervously and then nodded. "Yeah, yeah I'm okay. So sorry about that. I'm the worst when it comes to my surroundings sometimes and I'm so sorry. Are you okay?"

Nima had made an incredibly spur-of-the-moment decision to take his daughters with him to Cobblestone since he was overdue for a much-needed latte and figured he could buy a pastry for them to split while he had his fix. For the most part, he preferred tea over coffee, but he was already close to the establishment—and he found himself growing wearier by the second from pushing the stroller throughout the sidewalk. He pushed open the door, guiding the stroller inside and bringing it with them as he ordered an iced latte for himself and a massive chocolate chip cookie for his daughters that he made a mental note to split in half when the time came.

After paying and subsequently picking up his order, he moved to split the cookie 50/50 before crouching to hand a piece to each girl before moving towards the exit. Right as he was about to leave, though, himself—and the stroller—had collided with something—someone—and he frowned. Though his drink was completely fine, someone else’s drink had unfortunately made its way onto his shirt and the stroller. Immediately, he crouched back to check on his daughters, and once he was certain they were unaffected (they seemed far more focused on the cookie than the world around them, truly), he looked up at the person who stood before him. “Hey, no worries, man. Stuff happens,” he chuckled and began to wipe at his shirt and the stroller. “Are you alright? That seemed quite intense.”

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Finley looked at the woman when she made her comment about how it wasn't even the worst thing that happened to her thus far. He gulped softly and then nodded. "That's interesting. I guess I don't even want to ask what your morning was like before this. Are you okay? Did anything get on your clothes? I'd feel horrible if it did because I know how coffee can be and it can be the stain that never goes away."

It was just one of those mornings. Archie had woken up in a bad mood, refused the first breakfast she offered and then inhaled cheerios. The check engine light came on when she started her car and the daycare reminded her that they were only open half a day. She was in a bit of a sharp mood when she collided with the other man, and yet it seemed to be the final straw. The one when anger turned into humor at the sheer mess. "You know what," she shook her head, "it's fine. This is like the fourth worst thing to happen to me today and it's not even noon." She pulled out some extra napkins to wipe her arm.

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"Oh my gosh that looks really bad though. Are you sure that it's okay? I feel like you're never going to get that out of your clothes and that's going to be rough. Is there anyways I can pay for some dry cleaning or something for you?" Finley asked the other as he insisted on trying to fix the issue as well as he could. "I mean yeah, at least it's not a hot drink so you don't have to worry about that but I still feel bad."

The first week back after a month's leave didn't feel as weird as he thought it would as he walked into Cobblestone during a break to get himself a hot cup of coffee. The temperature was still a bit on the cooler side but at least he didn't see snow anymore. When he felt someone bumping into him, his first instinct was to make sure his hot coffee remained secure in his hands and wouldn't hit him or anyone nearby. Unfortunately, he felt a cold drink hitting him and undoubtedly staining his uniform. "It's all right. At least it's not a hot drink. Are you okay?" he gave the other a quick once over to make sure there were no injuries that would need urgent attention.

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Finley looked at the woman that he had collided with and it seemed like this wasn't the first time that she had been bumped into and coffee was on her. He looked at the woman as she requested a wet towel from one of the baristas. "Are you alright? I'm so sorry about your blouse! Is it going to be okay?" He asked her curiously, not wanting to have ruined it for her.

Joella had a rare night off, so she decided to grab some coffee before spending the day shopping. It was an iced coffee kind of day, and Cobblestone had more choices now that it was spring and she was more in the mood for something with a kick of caffeine rather than her usual matcha fix. She spun around. "Oh!" she gasped as she felt something cold and wet hit her blouse. "Hold on, hold on, curly top. I got this," she said, stepping out of the puddle. She turned to the counter and waved over one of the baristas. "We need a wet towel, thanks, Marie," she smiled.

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"I am so, so sorry. I should've really been paying more attention to where I was going and then you wouldn't be in this predicament!" He responded to her before he then was able to set down his backpack that he had on and pulled out a half used roll of paper towels. "Here." He said as he handed them over to her. "Use these. Use as many as you need to." He replied to her as he then nodded. "I mean, I think that you could get away with a blazer. It definitely doesn't hurt to try."

Most days, her coffee always sat cold while she stopped by with vendors or chatted with clients. Even with that fact in mind, she decided to stop at Cobblestone before she had a meeting that day. A little boost was needed, and it was significantly better than the coffee in her office. Maybe she should've convinced Eliana they needed an upgrade, but she liked the option of syrupy sweet coffee. Turning out the doors of the cafe, with her hot coffee in hand, she looked down at her phone to see the time before running into someone. A slight gasp left her lips, getting it on her blouse as she felt the beverage seep in. "Oh, it's fine," she pursed her lips, although she was searching for napkins in her mess of a bag with her full attention before looking up. "Think I can get away with covering this with a blazer?"

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Finley looked at the woman a little bit wide eyed as she began to swear about the situation and then the next thing he knew, she was then giving the finger to the person who had pushed her. "Yeah happy Friday for sure." Finley then came to realization what he was doing and then he backed up a couple steps. "Oh.. Well sorry, I totally didn't mean to. I was just trying to be nice." Not that he was trying to be obnoxious and look for a reason to touch them. "I uhm.. Yeah." He said as he tossed the napkins and just looked at her. "Don't mind me."

Running late to her Noon cut and color - how is and was wildly unknown as she lived just above the salon, but coffee called — a giant sugar filled, iced and blended coffee more particular.

— so when she finally got it, got a good first long straw sipped taste, of course, nature's way, Sav was full football rammed from behind and not in a desirable spitroast kind of way. Splashed front to back, hot and cold, she just saw red. Barely recognized the one in front, not that it was his fault, "Are you fucking kidding me?" The one from behind with a vacant, hurried 'sorry, sorry', as they made their escape. Sav getting a shove to his back in with a finger to the air as Finley, as she recognized now, started to pat her (not) dry — "happy fucking Friday. Careful with the circumference, these tits are taken."

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"Oh trust me, I know." He replied to the other as he looked at him and then smiled as he took the napkins that the other offered. "This is really bad and of course I am going to be known as the person who had this huge scene in the coffee shop and I'll be talked about for a long time. I think I'm going to have to avoid this shop specifically, or even this whole side of town." Finley responded to Nik. "I didn't sprain my elbow, nothing to worry about that and yeah i've never been one to do dry cleaning but I think I'm going to try the whole dawn dish soap and baking soda and go from there to see if I can get it out." He replied.

Nik saw the collision coming from a mile away, but still managed to wince right before it happened. It had been a narrow margin which saved his morning coat ( to think, they were still necessary at this time of year ) from the slosh the other person experienced full on. He had just come off the night shift, and he looked it. "Good lord," muttered under his breath. Frowning deeper, they grabbed their own napkins which came with their hot drink ( despite ... not ... asking ... ) and offered them to him. "Here. You need a whole mop and bucket for this situation. Don't get too twisted up," to the other person in question. "You can get this shit dry-cleaned. Did you sprain your elbow or something?" Yeah, queue the healthcare professional switching into who is injured? despite it being normal to jostle.

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"Well I'm glad that I didn't get you all that much. Unfortunately, I can't say the same thing for my own drink." He said with a big frown on his face. "I guess I will be getting back in line to get myself another drink." He replied to them. "Not the end of the world. And honestly not even much landed on me, but most of it is on the ground. I wouldn't mind smelling like coffee all day long either." He said with a shrug of his shoulders while looking over at Stelly.

With a little bit of time to kill before they had their next shift at Touchback, Stelly had decided to grab a coffee while they were out and about, stopping in at Cobblestone and taking the time that they needed to look over the menu, debate a hundred times over what would be best... and then as usual, end on an iced mocha latte. They just liked that little bit of chocolate! But, as they were turning to leave, what they hadn't expected was to collide into someone else, eyes widening as they gripped their drink, relieved when it didn't slosh over the sides and out of the lid... although the same couldn't really be said about the other person's. "Oh... shit," but they laughed as they said it, clearly not too upset. "It happens, don't worry, I think you mostly got my jacket."

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Starter for: Finley & Open Location: Cobblestone Cafe

Even though it was outside of the neighborhood that he lived in, there was nothing like a cup of coffee from Cobblestone. He lived and worked in The Coast & Pier but he had no issue traveling to downtown to make sure he was going to have the best coffee in the world to get his day started. As he grabbed his cold brew coffee, he had turned around and someone seemed to be in a rush and collided into someone where his coffee would spill all over. "Oh dang it!" He called out as he grabbed some napkins and then began to try and clean it up. "I'm so sorry."

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Finley Rivers | Thirty-Two | Sous Chef @ & Chips | Logan Lerman

Basics:

Full Name: Finley James Rivers

Nicknames: Finn, Chef Rivers

pronouns & gender: cis man (he/him)

Date Of Birth: July 10, 1992

Age: Thirty-Two

Sexual Orientation: Pansexual/Panromantic

Relationship Status: Single

Hometown: Bronx, New York

Current Location: Merrock, Maine

Occupation: Sous Chef @ & Chips

Parents: Hunter & Rebecca Rivers

Siblings: 3 Younger Siblings

Children: None

Pets: Orange Cat Named Oli & Black Cat Named Luna

Celebrity Look-A-Like: Logan Lerman

Height: 5ft. 9in.

Weight: 162 lbs.

Favorites:

Alcoholic Beverage: Vodka Soda with a plash of Cranberry

Animal: Penguins

Color: Midnight Blue

Cuisine: Seafood

Dessert: Carrot Cake

Food: Seafood Risotto

Movie: Burlesque/Girls Trip

Music Genre: Pop

Non-Alcoholic Beverage: Sparkling Water

Song: We Can't Be Friends By Ariana Grande

Sport: Baseball

Stats:

triggering / sensitive content: eating disorder

Finley was the first born to his parents and there seemed to be a lot of pressure because there were certain expectations of him. He didn't really want to be in the corporate world like his parents were. His mother was a president of a tech company and his father was a lawyer. They never really made him feel super bad about this, but they wished he was going to do something practical with his life. 

When he was fourteen, he entered high school and he was a little bigger than others so he was bullied to the point where he really started to watch what he was eating. However this wasn't enough for him so he found other ways to control the food that he consumed. 

After getting some help from a therapist, he was able to regain control of his thoughts and for some odd reason, he fell in love with food again but in a healthy way that he started cooking a lot more. He was cooking himself healthier meals and that is what inspired him to go into the culinary world. He watched a lot of Gordon Ramsay shows and the man became his idol because he knew what he was foing, even though he could be rude at times. 

Finley began to cook decadent meals and his parents realized that maybe this wasn't a bad idea for him to go into this field. They pushed him to do his best and he eventually got into the Culinary Institute of America in New York. He studied there for four years while also gaining knowledge in management in case he decided to go into the management world. 

Finn worked in New York city for a bit before he moved to Boston and he worked there while doing an apprenticeship. He gained a lot of knowledge and decided to stay there but something was missing. He didn't like living in a big city so eventually Finley decided to do some research on what was best for him and he found Merrock, Maine. He packed his bags in December 2024 and decided to never look back. One of his siblings lived here already and so he didn't mind it at all.