[She's not sure if it was ever realistic to expect enthusiastic praise or anything, or if she even truly wants it, but the impossibility of reading tone over text nags at her anyway. Maybe he's fine with this. Maybe he's pissed.]
She nods, sure, thanks, and crosses the room to join him. He doesn’t look pissed, so maybe it’s really all fine and she doesn’t have to have her hackles up either.
“You know, I’d never thought I’d be a coffee drinker,” she remarks. “Guess you’re rubbing off on me.”
“It’s fancy, city-folk coffee that costs like eight dollars,” she replies. Which is probably several thousand to him or something, Tess has no idea. “I’ll get us a table.”
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No problem.
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You okay?
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[A pause.]
Are you?
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Fine. Just fine.
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OK.
Lunch?
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Sure, I can do lunch. Half an hour?
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[She’s reasonably sure she can pull herself together in half a minute, but thirty works too.
She’ll be there a few minutes early anyway. Just because.]
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He's there a minute or two late, but not out of rudeness. He sees her across the room and points at the coffee machine-- want some?
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“You know, I’d never thought I’d be a coffee drinker,” she remarks. “Guess you’re rubbing off on me.”
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He pours her a cup, first, and hands it over.
"Why not? Not so much coffee left I guess?"
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"I try not to go anywhere without it," he admits. "Cut back on the cigarettes, but can't quit the coffee."
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The corner of her mouth turns up.
"Someday," she adds, "I am going to take you to a Starbucks in the Enclosure and introduce you to the coffee I drank when I was a teenager."
Or what passed for coffee, anyway. She's sure he'll hate it, but it'll be fun.
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"I'm guessin' it'll be amusing, considering the way you're saying it," he says. He doesn't mind.
"Let me get something to eat, and we can sit down."
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"Eight dollars?"
He looks at the back of her head as she goes. What the fuck?
He's still a little dazed as he comes to sit down by her, sandwich on a plate, coffee in hand.
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"Alright, maybe I'm exaggerating a little," she replies. "Maybe closer to six dollars."
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"You're killin' me," he informs her, seriously. He also doesn't really get inflation.
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"Well, what kinda future do I got to look forward to, coffee becomes that expensive?"
Come on!
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"Couple cents, you buy it somewhere," he says. See his problem? Awful.
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"Alright, alright, geez."
He waves an old-man-hand and sips his coffee. "Point taken. Things change."
He doesn't have to like it, but.
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“Things change and you’re going to live in the woods forever to avoid it.”
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