"Well, Ms.Walkins, it looks like little Cleo here has a clean bill of health." Rafael addressed the woman who stood on the other side of his lab table, the owner of the new little kitten he was attending and his last patient of the day. He smiled at her, assuring her that everything was indeed okay. "She'll need her first shots in about 3 weeks so make sure to bring her in." Rafael squatted down, being tall he reached the leveled surface of the table just perfectly and began playfully moving his finger about trying to catch the kittens attention. The little kitten, Cleo stared at him at first before soon attacking his finger or trying at least. It was so cute that Rafael couldn't contain a chuckle that escaped his lips before standing at full height once again, smoothing out his lab coat slightly. "Thank you so much, Doc. I'll see you in 3 weeks then." she smiled, realizing that the clinic had closed ten minutes ago and didn't want to keep him any longer than he had to. Like the gentleman he is, Rafael opened the door for the middle-aged woman and walked her out to the front so she could pay for her visit.
Afterward, Raf began sending his employees home, the ones that faithfully stuck with him even when the old man died and gave him the clinic. They already recognized him as their boss and a worthy owner of this establishment. He smiled and waved the women off, making sure they all got to their cars safely before heading back in and wiping done all four of his lab tables just as a precaution even though he fully cleaned all of them already. When he finished Rafael hung up his lab coat, changed into his running clothes, turned off all the lights and locked up for the evening. He tossed his keys into his backpack before heading off towards his apartment, boy was he looking forward to that shower when he got home.
Walking into his room from the shower with the towel lazily wrapped around his waist, Rafael picked up his phone, running his fingers through his damp hair as he read his mother's message.
From; Mom
BLT all the way.
Smiling at the text, Rafael sent her a "gotcha". The mother and son had a routine, Rafael would always bring her food whether it was lunch, dinner or both because his mother worked some crazy hours at the hospital. So, what she had sent him was simply her order for dinner tonight. He smiled at the text, finding it momentarily funny how he and his mother practically talked like friends rather than parent to child. Rafael, as he walked over to his closet pulled up another contact of his, Alanna who was basically like his little sister.
To; Clarie
Sooo, how was your day?
Pressing the send button Rafael finally put his phone down by tossing it on his bed. He pulled off the towel from around his waist and dried his hair a little more as he rummaged through his closet simultaneously. After picking out something fast he got dressed and was out the door, heading towards the dinner. While he walked Raf couldn't help but feel a bit more energetic, more than what he's used to feeling. He glanced up, his dark eyes landing on the moon, almost full but not quite. Raf's pretty sure it's the moon that's making him feel this way and honestly, he didn't mind, in fact, he was going to need it for the hunt tonight.
Arriving on scene Rafael entered the dinner but once again, not without holding the door open for a father and his two children. The children ran right past Rafael but the father was nice enough to thank him which didn't really bother him because Raf loved children and knew how they were. As soon as he walked in Rafael was greeted by most of the staff that was near him because they all knew him. He smiled and greeted each of them back and walked up to the counter, taking a seat. "Hey, Rafael my boy, eating in tonight?" The elderly man behind the counter asked. He was the owner of the restaurant and has known Rafael since he first arrived in Cherry Blossom. "Nah, just came to order a BLT for my mom, she's working the late shift tonight but I wouldn't mind a milkshake." The old man smiled proudly at Rafael as he quickly began working on a vanilla milkshake. "Such a good son you are, I'll put in your order and tell your mother not to overwork herself. In the meantime here's your milkshake." The man set a tall glass of thick shake in front of Rafael. "Thanks, Frankie, I will." The elderly man then nodded while smiling and disappeared into the kitchen.
Rafael leaned into the straw and took his first sip of the cold, vanilla-y goodness. His eyes didn't begin to wander until he pulled away from the straw and found nothing to do other than just sit and wait. They curiously looked over people, just watching life in motion. Suddenly his nose caught a scent and it was one he found oddly intoxicating. Brown eyes searched the tables until they landed on her, Vivian. There was this weird pull in his stomach gravitating towards her. As if his body was telling him to go over there but he sat and admired from afar. Only until he couldn't stand it any longer and stood up with milkshake in hand and made his way over towards her. He still had a good amount of time before he had to show up for the hunt, about a half hour or so. "Hey, Vivian." he smiled down at her before sitting opposite from her, "Mind if I join you for a little?"
Afterward, Raf began sending his employees home, the ones that faithfully stuck with him even when the old man died and gave him the clinic. They already recognized him as their boss and a worthy owner of this establishment. He smiled and waved the women off, making sure they all got to their cars safely before heading back in and wiping done all four of his lab tables just as a precaution even though he fully cleaned all of them already. When he finished Rafael hung up his lab coat, changed into his running clothes, turned off all the lights and locked up for the evening. He tossed his keys into his backpack before heading off towards his apartment, boy was he looking forward to that shower when he got home.
Walking into his room from the shower with the towel lazily wrapped around his waist, Rafael picked up his phone, running his fingers through his damp hair as he read his mother's message.
From; Mom
BLT all the way.
Smiling at the text, Rafael sent her a "gotcha". The mother and son had a routine, Rafael would always bring her food whether it was lunch, dinner or both because his mother worked some crazy hours at the hospital. So, what she had sent him was simply her order for dinner tonight. He smiled at the text, finding it momentarily funny how he and his mother practically talked like friends rather than parent to child. Rafael, as he walked over to his closet pulled up another contact of his, Alanna who was basically like his little sister.
To; Clarie
Sooo, how was your day?
Pressing the send button Rafael finally put his phone down by tossing it on his bed. He pulled off the towel from around his waist and dried his hair a little more as he rummaged through his closet simultaneously. After picking out something fast he got dressed and was out the door, heading towards the dinner. While he walked Raf couldn't help but feel a bit more energetic, more than what he's used to feeling. He glanced up, his dark eyes landing on the moon, almost full but not quite. Raf's pretty sure it's the moon that's making him feel this way and honestly, he didn't mind, in fact, he was going to need it for the hunt tonight.
Arriving on scene Rafael entered the dinner but once again, not without holding the door open for a father and his two children. The children ran right past Rafael but the father was nice enough to thank him which didn't really bother him because Raf loved children and knew how they were. As soon as he walked in Rafael was greeted by most of the staff that was near him because they all knew him. He smiled and greeted each of them back and walked up to the counter, taking a seat. "Hey, Rafael my boy, eating in tonight?" The elderly man behind the counter asked. He was the owner of the restaurant and has known Rafael since he first arrived in Cherry Blossom. "Nah, just came to order a BLT for my mom, she's working the late shift tonight but I wouldn't mind a milkshake." The old man smiled proudly at Rafael as he quickly began working on a vanilla milkshake. "Such a good son you are, I'll put in your order and tell your mother not to overwork herself. In the meantime here's your milkshake." The man set a tall glass of thick shake in front of Rafael. "Thanks, Frankie, I will." The elderly man then nodded while smiling and disappeared into the kitchen.
Rafael leaned into the straw and took his first sip of the cold, vanilla-y goodness. His eyes didn't begin to wander until he pulled away from the straw and found nothing to do other than just sit and wait. They curiously looked over people, just watching life in motion. Suddenly his nose caught a scent and it was one he found oddly intoxicating. Brown eyes searched the tables until they landed on her, Vivian. There was this weird pull in his stomach gravitating towards her. As if his body was telling him to go over there but he sat and admired from afar. Only until he couldn't stand it any longer and stood up with milkshake in hand and made his way over towards her. He still had a good amount of time before he had to show up for the hunt, about a half hour or so. "Hey, Vivian." he smiled down at her before sitting opposite from her, "Mind if I join you for a little?"