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xxx"i've never so adored you
xxxi'm twisting allegories now
xxxi want to complicate you
xxxdon't let me do this to myself."
James practically lived in this particular coffee shop. Even if it was further within his family's "territory", it didn't tend to be inhabited by his family and their people. Coffee shops weren't their spot, period. That would have been enough for James to spend a considerable amount of time there- but they also served damn good coffee. The staff knew him by name and knew his regular order by heart. He also got the occasional free pastry if they could see he was particularly stressed.
Which he was at that particular moment in time. His family was as bad as ever. There had been some kind of meeting at the house the previous night. James had been invited. He would have been expected to attend had he not had the excuse of an extremely important paper he was working on. Which he was still working on, the following day. He just couldn't wrap his head around it. It was Shakespeare, something he loved and usually was good at. But the stress was getting to him and was completely ruining his thinking process. Even his hazelnut latte wasn't helping his mood. And somewhere, a voice he was desperately trying to drown out was reminding him that if he failed, if he got kicked out of college, he'd be kicked out of the family. He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration.
He looked up as a girl slid into the seat across from him, taking out one headphone and raising an eyebrow. Really, an energy drink in a coffee shop? Those things tasted like shit on a good day. That seemed like sacrilege. She was staring at him now, making anxiety bubble in his stomach. Had she recognised him or something?
Her casual tone didn't think to imply so. He shrugged as she asked him about what he was writing. "An essay for college. And I'm really more attempting to write it, it's... slow going at the minute," he admitted with a grin, subconsciously tugging his sleeves a little further down over his hands. "What brings you here with your... energy drink?" He asked. She was pretty... and a little familiar. He glanced back down at his coffee, unable to sustain the eye contact for quite that long.
Which he was at that particular moment in time. His family was as bad as ever. There had been some kind of meeting at the house the previous night. James had been invited. He would have been expected to attend had he not had the excuse of an extremely important paper he was working on. Which he was still working on, the following day. He just couldn't wrap his head around it. It was Shakespeare, something he loved and usually was good at. But the stress was getting to him and was completely ruining his thinking process. Even his hazelnut latte wasn't helping his mood. And somewhere, a voice he was desperately trying to drown out was reminding him that if he failed, if he got kicked out of college, he'd be kicked out of the family. He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration.
He looked up as a girl slid into the seat across from him, taking out one headphone and raising an eyebrow. Really, an energy drink in a coffee shop? Those things tasted like shit on a good day. That seemed like sacrilege. She was staring at him now, making anxiety bubble in his stomach. Had she recognised him or something?
Her casual tone didn't think to imply so. He shrugged as she asked him about what he was writing. "An essay for college. And I'm really more attempting to write it, it's... slow going at the minute," he admitted with a grin, subconsciously tugging his sleeves a little further down over his hands. "What brings you here with your... energy drink?" He asked. She was pretty... and a little familiar. He glanced back down at his coffee, unable to sustain the eye contact for quite that long.