clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right | apt 601
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“Wow...thank you. That is really kind of you.” He said slowly, staring at her. He wasn’t sure what he’d done to deserve a free caramel macchiato but he wasn’t gonna question fate. “Seems kinda crazy they fucked that up. Did you like...specify you wanted iced or...? Like did you go ‘hey, can I have an iced caramel macchiato’ or was it like, ‘I’ll have a caramel macchiato’ because I think if it was me, I would’ve said it with ‘iced’ you know, that’s more specific.” He finished.
He paused to take a sip of the hot drink, savoring the taste. “Wow that’s...your fucked up macchiato tastes really good. You should ask them to fuck it up more.”
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beatriz leaves the discarded drink atop the counter, still standing there as if it isn’t hers as the barista circles back to make another drink. the moment someone approaches to submit their order, she doesn’t waste a beat offering it to them. “care for a hot caramel macchiato? they made it wrong the first time, i wanted mine iced.” seconds following, her correct drink is given to her. she takes quick swig and whelms a satisfying hum that gives testimony to how that delicious extra caramel drizzle took it to the next level. “mmhmm, that’s what i’m talkin’ about.”
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“Yea, um...it’s funny you say that ‘cause I actually, you know, didn’t even hear you say anything. It just went in one ear and out the other. You know how that happens sometimes...” He chuckled awkwardly. “But I mean, that’s cool. An Audi...I don’t think I’ve ever even been inside one. Gotta wonder how much that scratch costs to fix, I mean the paint from your car, or even his car...or her car, it could be a she, maybe the Audi owner is like this rich chick with a trust fund.” Shit. He was doing it again. The rambling. Man, she was pretty.
“Oh yea, yea absolutely...I don’t want any trouble either. I work for doordash, doing deliveries. I’m not like an Audi cop or something. Do they even have those?” He wondered aloud. “But yea, you don’t gotta worry about me. I won’t tell anyone. Scout’s honor.”
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“ you’re not the owner of a 2021 audi Q7 are you ?? because if you are … no , i don’t know how that scratch got on your bumper . and if you aren’t …. you didn’t just hear me confess that i’m bad at parallel parking . “ jessica cleared their throat , looking over at the other ; a slight side eye as they lifted their hand to remotely lock the doors of their vehicle . “ i want no trouble - i’m just here for a goat cheese and cherry swirl scoop . “
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✽ . ˚ &. 「 RAMY YOUSSEF. 30. MALE. HE/HIM. 」 KAREEM SALAH occupies LEVEL SIX: #601. you'll know THE AQUARIUS is home if you hear tip toe by YUNG NUGGET blasting through their speakers. the DOORDASH DRIVER has been living in wisteria for ONE YEAR. since then they've built a reputation for being excitable and gullible, typical for THE SLACKER.
■ BASICS ■
NAME: Kareem Salah
AGE: thirty
GENDER: male
PRONOUNS: he/him
SEXUALITY: heterosexual
HOMETOWN: naperville, il
EDUCATION: BFA in graphic design from Columbia College Chicago
OCCUPATION: doordash driver
■ QUICK FACTS ■
Kareem aka ‘Kimo’ is known for having no direction in life. He moved to LA purely on a whim, but he tells everyone it was to escape Chicago’s cold weather
He’s clumsy as hell and the definition of having two left feet
The guy rambles, especially when he’s nervous. Knowing when to shut the hell up is not his strong suit
He frequently messes up and delivers his doordash orders to the wrong place. He’s not sure how he still has a job
He generally sucks at most tasks that require any kind of executive functioning, which is basically everything in life. While he hasn’t gotten an official diagnosis of being ADHD, it does run in his family
Clothing style is whatever happens to be clean and doesn’t smell particularly bad that day
He’s Mo Salah’s biggest fanboy. And no, he’s not related
■ BIOGRAPHY ■
Ramy grew up in the suburbs of Chicago to Egyptian immigrant parents, who fit the stereotype of all immigrant parents in their quest to give their kids a better life
He has one older brother and a younger sister. Being the middle child meant he got overlooked a lot, his parents not really caring what he did
That freedom meant he did whatever the hell he wanted. Being born a boy in Arab culture was like a limitless ‘get out of jail free’ card, where no matter what mistake he made, he was always forgiven
His parents coddling did him no favors, their son growing up both aimless and disinterested in most things in life, focused on one thing and one thing only: partying
By the time he graduated from college he had done it all. And the moment he walked across that stage, he fell into depression, seeing all his buddies make something of themselves and their lives
For several years after graduating he hopped from job to job. He’s worked at hookah lounges, vape shops, delivered pizzas, sold phones, was a valet, an usher, a gas station attendant, and a car salesman.
He’s never really managed to keep a job longer than six-eight months. His job as a doordash driver is his longest stint yet
Though he has a graphic design degree he’s never been able to use it. His inability to see a task through to completion meant he was never able to keep any design job for long
While he may not have his shit together, he still thinks he’s at least a really nice guy. Even if he’s got zero self-awareness
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