Eden crowded behind Maeve at the door to spy the couple through the small window over the blonde’s shoulder. “She’s so married.” She agreed before Maeve turned to her again.
“She’s so flirting with him.” The accusation in her voice grew stronger with each agreement. “She is so going on a date with him!”
Eden grasped Maeve’s wrists and pulled her close so that they were nearly nose to nose. Amber eyes were wide with scandal and intrigue. “That’s THE payphone guy?” She shoved Maeve aside and peered through the window at the tall blonde on the other side of the register now fiddling with his phone. “No way. No fucking way.” Eden gripped her own head as if she couldn't believe what was transpiring before her very eyes. She'd remembered the way Jules had described this tall dude randomly giving her quarters for the payphone. Jules had this kind of far-out look, a dreamy expression that made Eden want to gag. She'd insisted he was probably just some creep and she was lucky she hadn't been abducted.
Now here he was? Being all dreamy at Jules? And there she was being all blushing and bashful? A married woman.
It was too much.
Eden turned around again and grasping the towel tucked into her apron she snapped it at Maeve. “She’s your best friend. Go reign her in!” Though she put on a good show of being scandalized, Eden loved every second of the newest Dolce drama.
After completing the to-go order’s, Harrison whipped out his phone and leaned against the counter. He scrolled through his tumblr dashboard for a few breaths out of habit before tapping into a new post.
So like…this blonde dude who came into my work just secured a date with my VERY MARRIED boss? Just another Wednesday afternoon, I guess.
Owen had made himself comfortable at the table as if he intended to stay for a while. He’d removed his leather jacket and hung it over the back of the chair. His helmet was on the floor at his feet. He’d taken out large leather bound notebook and a mechanical pencil. A pair of expensive looking headphones that weren’t yet plugged into the audio port of his computer draped around his neck.
He smiled at his computer as she approached in the periphery of his vision. He thanked her as she set down food and drink and watched over the top of his laptop screen as she walked away.
He didn’t notice the receipt or his card right away. It took him eating the pastry first. He took a taste bite. A small one. And then finding it’s warm buttery flaky goodness too much, he finished it off in a few more bites. He picked up his coffee to sip at it while pushing away the empty plate littered with crumbs.
He started to pick up the receipt and crumble it. He didn’t care what the modest meal cost. Nothing significant. But some writing on the waxy paper stopped him. He set his coffee back down and smoothed out the receipt to discover a series of numbers. A phone number. Her number, presumably. He sucked his cheeks to prevent the grin that immediately threatened to spread over his face.
Owen pulled out his phone and programmed the number into it under a contact name 'Julianna'. Though she’d admitted that her phone was dead, he sent a text anyways for her to receive when she turned her phone on later.
>Check your Google reviews.
He then opened Google on his phone to enter the review for Dolce under his name ‘Owen Hart’ : a great date place. Also free wifi.
Once he was done goofing off and flirting with the owner, his magical payphone girl, Owen settled in to do his work. He planned to stay for the rest of the day. A marathon work session. There was plenty more food and drink to be had if he required more.
“She’s so flirting with him.” The accusation in her voice grew stronger with each agreement. “She is so going on a date with him!”
Eden grasped Maeve’s wrists and pulled her close so that they were nearly nose to nose. Amber eyes were wide with scandal and intrigue. “That’s THE payphone guy?” She shoved Maeve aside and peered through the window at the tall blonde on the other side of the register now fiddling with his phone. “No way. No fucking way.” Eden gripped her own head as if she couldn't believe what was transpiring before her very eyes. She'd remembered the way Jules had described this tall dude randomly giving her quarters for the payphone. Jules had this kind of far-out look, a dreamy expression that made Eden want to gag. She'd insisted he was probably just some creep and she was lucky she hadn't been abducted.
Now here he was? Being all dreamy at Jules? And there she was being all blushing and bashful? A married woman.
It was too much.
Eden turned around again and grasping the towel tucked into her apron she snapped it at Maeve. “She’s your best friend. Go reign her in!” Though she put on a good show of being scandalized, Eden loved every second of the newest Dolce drama.
After completing the to-go order’s, Harrison whipped out his phone and leaned against the counter. He scrolled through his tumblr dashboard for a few breaths out of habit before tapping into a new post.
So like…this blonde dude who came into my work just secured a date with my VERY MARRIED boss? Just another Wednesday afternoon, I guess.
Owen had made himself comfortable at the table as if he intended to stay for a while. He’d removed his leather jacket and hung it over the back of the chair. His helmet was on the floor at his feet. He’d taken out large leather bound notebook and a mechanical pencil. A pair of expensive looking headphones that weren’t yet plugged into the audio port of his computer draped around his neck.
He smiled at his computer as she approached in the periphery of his vision. He thanked her as she set down food and drink and watched over the top of his laptop screen as she walked away.
He didn’t notice the receipt or his card right away. It took him eating the pastry first. He took a taste bite. A small one. And then finding it’s warm buttery flaky goodness too much, he finished it off in a few more bites. He picked up his coffee to sip at it while pushing away the empty plate littered with crumbs.
He started to pick up the receipt and crumble it. He didn’t care what the modest meal cost. Nothing significant. But some writing on the waxy paper stopped him. He set his coffee back down and smoothed out the receipt to discover a series of numbers. A phone number. Her number, presumably. He sucked his cheeks to prevent the grin that immediately threatened to spread over his face.
Owen pulled out his phone and programmed the number into it under a contact name 'Julianna'. Though she’d admitted that her phone was dead, he sent a text anyways for her to receive when she turned her phone on later.
>Check your Google reviews.
He then opened Google on his phone to enter the review for Dolce under his name ‘Owen Hart’ : a great date place. Also free wifi.
Once he was done goofing off and flirting with the owner, his magical payphone girl, Owen settled in to do his work. He planned to stay for the rest of the day. A marathon work session. There was plenty more food and drink to be had if he required more.
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