Amelia Rose (Apr 28, 2011 10:28:55 PM)
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Christopher P. Ryan (Apr 28, 2011 10:30:16 PM)
There was a half empty cup of coffee near the strangely; if still well dressed, man. He was typing on a laptop settled in front of him on the table, his glasses reflecting the silvery-bluish light of the screen as he fiddled on the machine.
Amelia Rose (Apr 28, 2011 10:31:03 PM)
::The barefooted waif of a teen moves into the ihop and whispers somethign to the hostess. She a simple fitted gray t-shirt and blue jeans. The cuffs of which are rolled up, revealing a leather cord anklet. Aroundher neck were chokers of leather cord and metal beads. Thewaitress took her to a table, she appeard to the float along the way.
Christopher P. Ryan (Apr 28, 2011 10:33:29 PM)
He glanced up over his glances, violet eyes considering Amelia and the host as they moved for a short moment before shifting back to the flickering fast moving scene, less buisnessman than his dress would imply, instead he was playing a video game.
Amelia Rose (Apr 28, 2011 10:35:12 PM)
::she tthanks the hostess and almost instantly her waitress cae up and she orded hot chcolate with whip cream then ran her fingers over her menu. She did not give a look at Chris, not with those sparking and intense blue-green eyes of hers::
Christopher P. Ryan (Apr 28, 2011 10:36:59 PM)
Chris frowned vaguely, muttering something in Italian and his fingers returned to speeding over the keys as his attention was stolen by whatever it was he was doing. Within ten seconds or so a small smile replaced the temporary downward turn of his lips and he leaned back, reading now, the screen no longer seeming to be moving as much as it had been a moment prior.
Amelia Rose (Apr 28, 2011 10:39:28 PM)
::Her head came up, appearing to move in the direction of Chris to listen to what he was on about then realizing it wasn ot english her attention went back to the menu. She was going to let the crazy italian scream to his computer... Not like she could help::
Christopher P. Ryan (Apr 28, 2011 10:41:29 PM)
(muttering not screaming) He nodded some at whatever he was read over, glancing around again as he tugged the glasses free of his face and produced a small silver rag, starting to clean them and looking around with a squinted gaze while he did so, he offered Amelia a nod if she was looking his way during his glance around. Smiling lightly.
Amelia Rose (Apr 28, 2011 10:41:37 PM)
((same diff :-p))
Amelia Rose (Apr 28, 2011 10:42:54 PM)
::if amelia was looking his way, she idn't nod, or even seem to notice that he had noticed her::
Christopher P. Ryan (Apr 28, 2011 10:44:50 PM)
Christopher shrugged some and slipped his glasses back up his nose. Then he began putting the laptop away, stretching out and yawning as he glanced at the coffee then shaking his head as if deciding against finishing it.
Amelia Rose (Apr 28, 2011 10:45:58 PM)
::when the waitress came up she ordered a belgium waffles with strawberries... ::
Christopher P. Ryan (Apr 28, 2011 10:47:15 PM)
"I wouldn't go with strawberries, they're quite detestable here much of the season." He commented, picking up his bag as he made the comment offhandedly.
Amelia Rose (Apr 28, 2011 10:50:31 PM)
::She raised an eyebrow:: it reminds me of gentler times, Mr. Italian. ::all she says::
Christopher P. Ryan (Apr 28, 2011 10:52:27 PM)
"Things of poor flavor inspire memories of temperate moments?" He asked curiously, canting his head a moment as if considering that. Then he shrugged a bit, as if saying 'okay then'.
Amelia Rose (Apr 28, 2011 10:53:34 PM)
"simple things, yes. ::She smiled and laughed.::
Christopher P. Ryan (Apr 28, 2011 10:54:06 PM)
"Such as?" Still very curious seeming.
Amelia Rose (Apr 28, 2011 10:54:42 PM)
Childhood things were even the simplest things seemed perfect... ya know?
Christopher P. Ryan (Apr 28, 2011 10:57:02 PM)
"Hmm, I suppose so...my guardian figures took their authoritative positions quite seriously. Little was perfect unless someone ventured to force it to be such."
Amelia Rose (Apr 28, 2011 10:58:14 PM)
"Eeh mine where the same but every so often.. a silly thing like a peanutbutter and banna sandwhich..."
Christopher P. Ryan (Apr 28, 2011 11:00:05 PM)
"Don't believe I've ever partaken of such a bizarre combination. Of course, I generally only come here for the coffee and a place to work for a while, my pallate tends to object to any other edible items crafted here."
Amelia Rose (Apr 28, 2011 11:00:56 PM)
::She nodded:: and yell at your computer?
Christopher P. Ryan (Apr 28, 2011 11:01:27 PM)
"I was not raising my voice, I was creatively showing my distaste to my enemies."
Amelia Rose (Apr 28, 2011 11:02:13 PM)
To me its all the same
Christopher P. Ryan (Apr 28, 2011 11:03:04 PM)
"Then you should revisit the definition of yelling. It was not what I was doing.
Christopher P. Ryan (Apr 28, 2011 11:03:16 PM)
Very calmly, matter of fact.
Amelia Rose (Apr 28, 2011 11:03:35 PM)
Irate, yelling, muttering angrily it all comes out the same... especially if you have sensative ears. ya know?
Christopher P. Ryan (Apr 28, 2011 11:04:35 PM)
He shook his head negatively. "No, I don't have hearing that is particularly magnificent."
Amelia Rose (Apr 28, 2011 11:04:52 PM)
too bad ::She teased::
Christopher P. Ryan (Apr 28, 2011 11:05:48 PM)
"Actually, it seems it would augment my perceptions beyond what I am used to, I much prefer myself as is."
Amelia Rose (Apr 28, 2011 11:08:03 PM)
:she grins:: if you so think. ::She sas iwth a chicky tone and sips at her hot coco::
Christopher P. Ryan (Apr 28, 2011 11:09:05 PM)
"Attempt to enjoy your poorly prepared fruit miss." He bowed slightly and was off for the door, mind already busy elsewhere as he moved.
Christopher P. Ryan (Apr 28, 2011 11:09:14 PM)
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Amelia Rose (Apr 28, 2011 11:09:31 PM)
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