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Post by Estelle Rivera on Jun 5, 2010 14:38:02 GMT -5
For someone like Estelle, waiting was never usually a problem. But buying your first property was always daunting and she was unsure whether the offer, which was much less than asking price, would be accepted by the current owner - even if the property had been on the market for over eight years. She'd drove past the house that morning; it was completely crumbling. All the windows would need replacing, the garden was overgrown with weeds, the.. well her potential new home had not seen humans in nearly a decade, so it was easily imaginable how damaged it was. All of her savings from the past four years had been used to place the bid. It wasn't much - but she had worked very hard. She couldn't bear sleeping too many more nights in the back seat of her small car.
It was breakfast time. She'd spent every breakfast time for the past month or so in this coffee shop; the girl behind the counter knew her by name. It meant she didn't have to place her order any more, something she always hated doing. She hated to speak to people. "Your usual then, Estelle?" Asked the waitress as Estelle walked slowly to the counter. She nodded and went to sit down; the mocha and chocolate muffin would both be brought to her. She was the only customer today.
Sitting in front of the unlit fire, she glanced at her mobile phone. If anyone was to ring about the bid, they'd do it around 9am. It was only 8am. All she had to do now was wait patiently, eat her breakfast and worry.
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Post by Phantom on Jun 5, 2010 14:50:43 GMT -5
Jason stood in the parking lot for a few moments. He had remembered his recent encounter with a customer of Java Joe's and it really didn't end that well. He reached into his truck and checked his phone, he felt like deleting old numbers for no apparent reason. He wanted to go home right now, but he didn't really feel like driving back, at least not right now. He scrolled down his phone, noticing all of the missed calls, he never answered his phone nowadays. He just didn't feel like it. He had changed his mind when he came down here this morning about getting a cup of coffee and now he had changed his mind yet again. He pushed through the door of the establishment, cellphone in one hand, as he looked around for a split second, and then sat in his usual spot right by the window. He continued to look through his phone even as he got his cup of coffee. Okay, so he had deleted every single number in his phone, except numbers to a few people who sold horses and cattle and things. Those, were important numbers, right?
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Post by Estelle Rivera on Jun 5, 2010 15:03:33 GMT -5
Enjoying the relaxing silence of the coffee shop, Estelle had just begun to relax for the first time in a while. That was, until another customer came in. She quickly lifted her feet off of the seat in front of her; she didn't want to seem rude in front of too many people. Plus, if the girl behind the customer had asked her to take her feet off the seat in front of other customers, she would have been mortified. She glanced at her phone again. Still no contact. She felt isolated.
The girl from the counter crept up beside Estelle with the coffee and muffin, giving Estelle a fright. Why must people be so quiet? She said her thank you's and sipped her coffee. The muffin was slightly warm; exactly how she liked it. The coffee was a bit too warm for her liking, but it would cool down.
Immediately as she lifted the coffee for a second sip, her phone began to ring. She was startled and jumped - the coffee tipped all over her. The hot, wet coffee all over her only last clean pair of jeans. She looked at the phone, angered that it was only her mother phoning. Ignoring the call, Estelle, angry and embarrassed, stomped to the counter and set down the money for the food and coffee.
Making her way to the door, cussing in her head for being so clumsy, she accidentally walked into another table. Just her luck, it was the only other table in the shop with someone sitting at it. The girl behind the counter giggled.
"I'm so sorry.. I'm just.." Estelle stuttered, red in the face from embarrassment, to the man.
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Post by Phantom on Jun 5, 2010 15:12:55 GMT -5
Jason looked out the window for a few moments completely oblivous to anything that was going on in the room. He watched silently as a bird took flight from the hood of someone's car on the other side of the glassy window. He slipped his phone absentmindly into his pocket, as he continued to stare at the outside world, which seemed to be at most, somewhat vacant. He looked down at the table for a few moments and then looked up again almost abruptly as someone walked into the table he was sitting at. He looked over at the person who had walked into the table and then back at the window. "It's fine, accidents happen" He wasn't be rude, no not all, he just didn't want to start up a conversation that may end bad again... He sighed quietly to himself, although he looked out the window for a few more silent moments and he looked back at the girl again.
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Post by Estelle Rivera on Jun 5, 2010 15:23:58 GMT -5
Estelle felt awkward. She didn't like to talk to people, but she had just been so rude. She knew it was accidental. He was right - accidents happen; but this one could have been easily prevented, had she been paying attention. "No, I really am. Are you busy? I'm sorry if I disturbed you.." She stammered quickly.
She looked at her feet. He didn't seem angry - or busy for that matter. But she best not make judgements. "Here, let me buy you a coffee." she blurted, before she had a chance to remember she didn't really have the budget to be spending on other peoples' coffees. It was done now. She turned to the counter, "Can you bring this man and I a coffee each, please?" she shouted to the girl at the counter. She sat down at the table with the man, and waited for his approval.
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Post by Phantom on Jun 5, 2010 15:32:39 GMT -5
He looked back down at the table again when the girl asked if he was busy And I am dragged into a conversation anyway... He shrugged slightly and could not help but say "No, I am not busy" Not that it really matters.... He really did not want a coffee now but the stranger just hopped up and offered to buy him one, although he did not want one, he ended up with one anyway. He looked up slightly as she sat down at the table. He really wasn't in the mood to talk, but it looked as if he would have to anyway. He didn't want to be rude, he forced himself to look up again, but his gray eyes fluttered back to look out the window.
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Post by Estelle Rivera on Jun 5, 2010 15:44:03 GMT -5
As soon as she had sat down, Estelle regretted it. She hated social situations, and she had just landed herself right in one. It was also pretty obvious that whoever this guy was, he wasn't too fond of meeting people either. She tried smiling politely at him. He continued to stare out the window. She busied her self watching a few more people filter into the coffee shop - probably all the people who were on their way to work. It was about half past eight now.
"I'm Estelle, by the way.." she spoke quietly, "I'm pretty new here." Despite the fact that she generally hated being social, Estelle was, by now, desperate for contact from other humans. She hadn't spoke to anyone face-to-face for maybe months, and it was starting to irk her. Actually sitting facing someone felt like such a relief. "Do you have a name..?" she asked, the regretted it. Obviously he has a name.
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Post by Phantom on Jun 5, 2010 15:54:00 GMT -5
He looked back at the girl after a few more moments of looking out the window. He just wanted to go home, he was tired. Of course it was early in the morning and all, he was usually a morning person but all of a sudden he was just very tired. He tried to put a friendly face on, although he really did not feel like it. He flashed a comforting smile at her, but he wish he could comfort his self more than he was trying comfort this, stranger. What did she ask him? Do I have a name? he thought calmly. That sounded strange and his comforting smile faltered for a few seconds but he managed to smile once more "My name is Jason Currington" He managed to not look out the window again as he focused his gaze on the girl, soon enough she would tell him her name and so on. He mentally shrugged I just hope she doesn't go into her life story or give me her number of anything like that he thought to himself.
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Post by Estelle Rivera on Jun 5, 2010 16:03:51 GMT -5
"Oh. Uhm.. That's a nice name.." She knew she was trying way too hard to be polite; he was just not interested in polite conversation. In a way, he reminded her of herself. Where is that girl with the coffee? she thought as she looked around to the counter again.
Now that he was looking directly at her, she couldn't help but feel awkward. She took his role - turned and looked out the window. There was nothing going on outside; it was such an empty town. Nothing was ever going on. Not in the last month since she arrived, anyway. In an attempt to lift the awkward air, she asked another question, "So are you from around here?"
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Post by Phantom on Jun 5, 2010 16:16:03 GMT -5
Jason turned and looked at the entrance to the establishment and he turned back around and slipped his phone out of his pocket again, checking the time and then he looked up again. "No" he said simply, he didn't want to just up and run out, and he really didn't want to stay and enjoy small talk either. He looked back down at the table, finding comfort in doing so. He wanted to go home, honestly he did, but what point would there be in doing so? He would be alone out there in the middle of almost no where, yes, he had his horse to keep him company, but he needed human interaction He didn't think that his horse would give him that luxury seeing as well he was a horse He sighed and wiped his face with hand slowly and then said suddenly I'm sorry if it seemed like I was rude"
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Post by Estelle Rivera on Jun 5, 2010 16:23:22 GMT -5
No. What a simple response. There was no harm in being polite about things; she was obviously trying to make up for being so clumsy, the least he could do would be to play along. Typical male, she thought. She figured she would now have to find another human to actually speak to. Finding someone was always the hard part.
I'm sorry if it seemed like I was rude. She was startled. He had actually said more than one word? Great. She didn't know if this acquaintanceship would work, however. She would continue to be nice until they had drank their coffees and parted their ways. Where was that coffee?
"Oh, what brings you here then?" She asked, trying to make the conversation more in-depth.
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Post by Phantom on Jun 5, 2010 16:34:20 GMT -5
He hesitated for a few moments, trying to figure out what to say. He felt as there was a long awkward silence and he wanted to break the silence, but he didn't want to say too much. He then smiled almost happily "I am from Texas. You could say that...." he hesitated for a moment trying to find the right "I am a original cowboy, or horseman. Whatever people call it nowadays" He sighed quietly as his phone rang, and almost immediatly, without even looking at the phone, he canceled the call and placed the phone on the table, without even looking at. He smiled again after collecting himself "May I ask your name?" Okay yes he might have been a bit rude in the beginning it did not mean that he lacked good manners. Jason was indeed a gentleman, it was just that today was not a good day for him apparently.
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Post by Estelle Rivera on Jun 5, 2010 16:41:13 GMT -5
"I'm Estelle." she stated. "A cowboy? Well isn't that interesting. So did you grow up around horses then?" She was very much trying to keep the conversation alive. How could she not have noticed the Texas accent before; it was one of the most obvious of them all. She smiled to her self. She'd not met anyone from any of the more.. rural states before, having grown up in Washington. "I guess you ride, then? Western?" she added. She didn't know anything about him, it was really just a shot in the dark presuming he was a horse lover. Herself, she rode English and knew nothing of western. She show-jumped here and there and done a bit of cross country, but she didn't have much patience for dressage. Rodeos and cowboy hats where not her thing; she didn't ever like the idea. She always felt there was something more graceful about a show-jumper than a barrel racer.
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Post by Phantom on Jun 5, 2010 16:56:59 GMT -5
He smiled as he thought about good parts of his past. He wanted to forget his past and where he came from but he couldn't help start a good conversation with this stranger named Estelle "Horses and cattle, mostly cattle though" he replied remembering everything that was on the ranch he had shared with his late father. He nodded when Estelle asked if he rode western "Yes, I ride western, I never could get into English riding." He hesitated for a moment then added "I have a gelding, he's getting up there in age." He smiled again at remembering the AQHA gelding, he knew that the horse would never let him down, no matter what happened.
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Post by Estelle Rivera on Jun 5, 2010 17:09:43 GMT -5
Wow, a guy with a horse. Attractive. She thought to her self, forgetting that he was actually very rude. "Really? I ride English. You'll have to teach me western some time, I've never been bothered to learn." She was delighted they had such a mutual interest, she could see their relationship going slightly further, as her admiration of him increased due to his passion for horses.
"I've never owned my own horse," she smiled. Truth be told, she had moved here in a bid to acquire one. She had to get her place to live sorted first though. It was quarter to nine and still no phone call. She expected it to come in the next fifteen minutes - or never. "When I get a horse sorted for myself, we should go riding some time. Tell me more about your gelding?"
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