nursing his head and his pride {TJ}

[ELLIOT BRIDGES]

He sits alone at a table in a small cafe
Drowning his tears in a bottomless cup of coffee

He sits alone at a table in a small cafe

The morning of November the 16th was pretty unspectacular. It was early, somewhere around 7.30am but his eyes stung from being held open all night and it hurt to concentrate on the small numbers that was the time on his mobile phone screen. He pulled his face away from the book, not like he was reading it anymore. It had been another really late night. His class didn't start until 11am and he had decided on spending the night working on work for his side degree. He rose from his seat, a table in the corner of a quaint coffee shop that seemed to be a favourite of the students of this city, so much so that they recommended it to their visiting professor who was 3 months through his four month series of lectures. Typically, he taught at NYU but to encourage liaisons between universities all over the country, numerous members of the teaching staff had basically swapped classrooms for a few months, teaching in other universities. And that was why he was sitting in a quaint, New Jersey coffee shop, at half seven in the morning.

Drowning his tears in a bottomless cup of coffee

"What'll it be, Professor?" asked the young guy at the counter. He couldn't help but smile at the young professor, who spent the majority of his non working time at the coffee shop, studying, reading or something. So much so that he knew most of the employees -and regulars- by name already. "Something black please, Chuck" Elliot smiled in return, fishing several dollars out of his pocket and handing them over in exchange for the tall cup of thick black coffee. It was sure to keep him going for a while, at least until class was over. He felt his bones creek as he stretched, heading back to his chair in the corner of the room.

And hes tumbling into his thoughts
His memories are all tied in knots

The thought of continuing to read was hard. He couldn't muster the strength right now to strain at every tiny word on the page. For textbooks must always make the words really small. Leaving the book open on the table, he took a long sip of his coffee, the hot liquid narrowingly missing burning his tongue and he almost spluttered. Placing the cup back on the table, he sighed, resting his head on his hands. His tired brown eyes watching as the students came in for their morning coffee and pastry, laughing and chatting away happily despite the early morning call. It made him miss home. He liked new Jersey, he really did but he missed New York. It was where he built his home, job and friends. Mentally, he chuckled to himself, realising the silliness of his thoughts. What friends?

And who is going to save him
No one wants to know him

ooc. He's not really sad, the song and post just make it seem that way. He's actually quite cheery.
wordcount. too little considering the amount of time I worked on it.
tags. Tinsel & open.
muse. inspired by stop living the lie by David Sneddon.

[TINSEL VALLOS]

Don't let me hear you say life's taking you no where

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Yet again a little mass of gray Persian fluff named Christmas pounced on TJ's stomach trying to wake her up. TJ chose to ignore her this time, her being just a kitten and already doing this? It had to stop. There was no way TJ was going to wake up just because her kitten wanted her too, though she figured she had already spoiled her because she was the only cat. TJ's body moved as she went to lay on her side, the kitten instictively moved with TJ and stood up on her side, walking towards her and now on her shoulder. The kitten held still for a moment before sniffing her ear lobe, licking it, and then nibbling. TJ grumbled and tried to shoo the kitten away, but the kitten wouldn't budge."Fine fine"

[/color] she spoke as sleep still had a good hold on her and she fluttered her eyes open, wrestling with herself to get up.

She finally managed to sit up and her head turned towards the clock.Six...Six fifty, come on now Christmas"[/color] she spoke kindof harshly as she moved the cat off of her and on her bed, petting her head a little. TJ tore the covers off of herself, and grabbed the sheet that was on the canary Portho's cage."You mind as well get up to"[/color] she yawned as she walked into her bathroom to get ready.

Getting out of the shower, she got her clothes on and looked over at the cat's food, it was full."Why do you insist on waking me up early little girl !"[/color] she yelled to her and it was answered by a soft meow. A sigh left Tinsel's lips as she leaned into the mirror, adding powder on her face, she pressed it onto her nose (hiding her freckles) and added mascara on her lashes. She of course didn't add anything to her lips. Walking out of her bathroom, she absently licked her lips, thats when she noticed a gooey lip gloss texture, "Oh no"[/color] she spoke gently as she quickly grabbed a tissue and began to wipe it off.

"See what you do to me Christmas? Mess with my sleep and you make my stupid ability act up"[/color] she scolded her kitten as she finished wiping the residue off. She had no idea what was going on with her lately but something was making her not being able to control it and it was bugging her. Tinsel sighed again as she stopped talking to her cat and grabbed one of her favorite wigs, a short hair cut with bangs. She secured it on her head and tucked in every, little piece of her long hair that was sticking out, though the tone did match her own hair color. Finally she put a fedora on top of her head.

Tinsel turned around as she grabbed her cellphone, her book The Three Musketeers and wallet, putting both in her pocket (except for her book) and made her way out of her room, not before blowing a kiss to her pets. She locked the door behind her and got into the elevator, pressing the button to go to the ground floor, well technically. TJ watched as the doors opened and she happily walked out of the elevator and out of the Bureau. Just like before, TJ decided to take a bus down to the heart of New Jersey. The bus's shocks nearly lulling her to sleep but she woke up once it stopped.

Biting her bottom lip, TJ got off the bus and immediatley her stomach growled. She reached up and gently rubbed it as her warm brown eyes looked for a place to eat. Seeing a cafe, she smiled and made her way there. Walking right in, she went up to the counter and was a little hesitant on what to order. Finally she decided to speak up "Um Vanilla chai tea please"[/color] she spoke gently as her eyes looked around. There seemed to be a lot of people and TJ couldn't help but gulp. Her eyes landed on a gentleman reading what seemed to be a textbook and she watched him for a few minutes, even catching the small scene where he looked like he burnt himself.

The barista had to clear his throat for her to notice he had her beverage ready. TJ's voice was soft as she apologized and grabbed the cup. Her eyes wondering around as she noticed a table empty by the window. TJ smiled and made her way there, sitting the cup down first before finally herself. She took her cellphone out of her pocket, laying on the table somewhat close to her drink and cracked open the book. She of course stole one more look at the gentleman before reading, starting all the way at the beginning, chapter 1.

Her hand reached out as she clutched the cup and brought it to her lips, blowing across the top and then taking a sip of her tea.

Wordcount: Didn't count D:
Outfit: Here <3
Musack: Golden Years David Bowie
Notes: YAY, she is a cheerful person lol, This is gunna be aweshome
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[ELLIOT BRIDGES]

He sits alone at a table in a small cafe
Drowning his tears in a bottomless cup of coffee

The world seemed to fly by him as he cradled his head in his hands, his eyes fluttering wearily, trying to fight the tiredness that was creeping up on him. A herd of elephants probably could have walked by and he would have been none the wiser. The customers seemed to blend into one another, appearing more as a blur of colour than individual people. So lost he was in his own thoughts, he didn't notice the young woman enter the shop, glancing in his direction.

Elliot probably would have continued not to notice her unless Chuck at the counter hadn't cleared his throat to hand her her order. The noise snapped him out of his daydream and he glanced up, his dull hazel eyes catching her stare. 'Is she looking at me?' he thought, confused. He glanced to his side, in case she was looking at someone else rather than him which would have been the more likely scenario. He was surprised to find no one next to him but by the time he had turned back, she had already collected her tea and chose a table by the window while he remained tucked away in the corner. She wasn't looking at him, she was looking for a table! Of course that was the reason.

Sighing, he flopped his head back on his hand, pulling the book closer towards him begrudgingly to read again. He was still awake, which meant he should probably be doing something productive before his class. Each word became an effort and before long, he was carelessly flicking over the pages, not even skimming the words. His mind wandered, lifting his eyes away from the book to the table by the window where the girl sat. It startled him to find is eyes met with hers again across the room. His lips curled slowly into a smile. A nervous and uncomfortable smile but a smile none the less to the strange woman who he'd never met who was staring at him. Possibly stared at him twice. His hands began to fidget but he kept staring, which was possibly verging on creepy he thought, which is why he decided to look back down at his book. He should have been looking where his hands were going.

Reaching for his coffee, he missed grabbing the cup and instead knocked it over. The cup fell forward, spilling its boiling contents all over the table. "Oh shi....." he panicked, snatching his book up quickly and slamming it shut, tossing it onto one of the empty chairs to save it getting ruined by the coffee. It continued spilling across the table, dripping over the edge onto his leg. Preoccupied with the making an ass of himself, he hadn't noticed the burning pain in his leg initially. As it seeped through his trousers, he began to feel the pain and stood up from the table. But to push himself up, he put his hands on the table, putting his left hand into the hot quick. "Shitshitshit" he mumbled under his breath, waving his hand in the air to soothe the burn.

"Can I get a cloth?" he mumbled as he made his way quickly to the counter. "Do you need a help with that, Professor?" the young man behind the bar asked him, but he shook his head. "No no, I can handle it. I'm really sorry" he apologised, his usually pale cheeks flushed with pink. The barista shrugged it off with a laugh, "Don't worry, happens all the time" he said, handing Elliot a cloth and some paper towels. Embarrassed, he shuffled quickly back his table, wiping up the spilled beverage, his head and eyes firmly downwards, avoiding Tinsel's gaze.

ooc. clumsy man <3
wordcount. 600ish.
tags. Tinsel & open.
muse. nothing special

[TINSEL VALLOS]

Don't let me hear you say life's taking you no where

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TJ's warm eyes were fixed on her book, a little nervous to look up at him. But her book did have a hold on her, after all it was her favorite. She bit her bottom lip as she licked the tip of her finger and turned the page. Suddenly the noise of liquid spilling and a cup tipping over, brought her out of her book. Her warm eyes gazed up for a moment to see the man she had been looking at dump his coffee all over the table.

Her eyes grew a little wide as she watched this and immediately felt bad for him. Slowly she closed her book as she watched what he was doing, getting up and grabbing cloth and napkins, patting at the mess. TJ bit her bottom lip as she watched this, unsure what to do. She put the book on the table top and grabbed her tea, looking down at it, as she took a sip of it. What she was unsure about was if she should mind her own business or not.

Finally TJ got up, holding her book in front of her, she grabbed the napkins off of her table before slowly making her way over to him. Stopping at his table, she put her book on one of the empty chairs and gently cleared her throat. "Um.."

[/color] she began to say as she took a big breath "Um would you like some help?"[/color] she asked gently as she moved her hand that had the napkins in it, to show she had a supply.

TJ was generally pretty shy at first, but she couldn't just sit there and look like a jerk. Her free hand moved as she fixed the white fedora on top of her head. The suspenders hanging off of her jeans soon jingled as she finally bent over and began cleaning up the mess that was closest to her. She only felt it was the right thing to do.

Wordcount: Didn't count D:
Outfit: Here <3
Musack: We Own the Night The 69 Eyes
Notes:I hope its ok XD
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[ELLIOT BRIDGES]

He sits alone at a table in a small cafe
Drowning his tears in a bottomless cup of coffee

For being almost a genius, the man was an idiot and mentally scolded himself for causing such a scene. His whole face flushed pink, with hints of bright red on his cheeks. He instinctively attributed the mess to his tiredness, rather than the distraction of a pretty girl and resolved to sleep when his class was over. Probably not even waiting to go home and just catch some shut eye at his desk.

"Uhm, no...I'm okay..." Elliot mumbled, still wiping away. He hadn't registered who he was talking to until he glanced up, coming face to face with the very girl he was trying to avoid looking at. His hand froze in mid wipe, unsure really how to handle the situation. "I'm fine, honestly...". Having only managed to get a few mouthfuls before knocking over the cup, it was still rather full and he had spilled more liquid than he thought. The paper towels he were wiping with were almost fully saturated with coffee and were now only moving the liquid back and forth. Gathering them up, he dumped them in one of the many bins in the shop, turning back to TJ. "I guess I could use the help" he laughed nervously, giving her a weak smile, accepting a few of the napkins she brought and continued to mop up the spill. "Thank you."

He dumped the rest of the soggy paper towels in the bin, taking the last of them to wipe the wet patch on his trousers, screwing his face up as he pressed on the burn. Clearing up the rest of his mess, his eyes began to wander, catching a glimpse of the book she'd brought with her. The Three Musketeers. "You're reading the three muskteers?" he asked her but his gaze fixed firmly on the book. "I read it while at university" he mentioned while beginning to fumble over his words. "Well I still am at university. I'm a Professor there..." he blurted out, "But not when I read it..." he had to add to clarify, getting more sidetracked. "I'm Elliot" he ended with, finally getting to the point of introducing himself after a long winded speech.

ooc. it was great, as always. I just love the pair of them, mine's not much better.
wordcount. no clue
tags. Tinsel & open.
muse. nothing, distraction city all up in here.

[TINSEL VALLOS]

Don't let me hear you say life's taking you no where

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"You're welcome"

[/color] TJ spoke gently as she finished cleaning up her side of the table and went to throw away the soaked napkins. Her warm eyes watched his eyes look at her book "Ah yes it's my favorite book. I um I actually fence"[/color] she spoke with a small smile before looking down for a brief moment. Her smile grew wider as she let him say what he had to say, it was cute how he kept stumbling over his words."A professor? What exactly do you teach?"[/color] she asked curiously as she looked up at him.

Her hands stuffed into her pockets as he introduced himself "Oh it's nice to meet you, I'm TJ"[/color] she spoke with a smile as she looked down at her book and then at the chair she was next to. Her body moved as she looked back at her cup at the table and she walked over to it, feeling the warmth on her hands as she held the cup and walked back to the table. She took a seat across from him and gently put her cup on the table. "What are you reading?"[/color] she asked curiously as she motioned to the book on the other chair. It definetely was a textbook and seemed to her, a little dry.

Her eyes moved up as she watched him gently. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I figured you could use help, would you like another cup?"[/color] she asked gently as she took a drink from her own cup before sitting it back on the table.

Wordcount: Didn't count D:
Outfit: Here <3
Musack: American Girl Tom Petty
Notes:I hope its ok, I love them tooo Xd hehee
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[ELLIOT BRIDGES]

He sits alone at a table in a small cafe
Drowning his tears in a bottomless cup of coffee

"I teach in anthropology and languages at NYU." Elliot told her nervously, as if he would get in some sort of trouble for telling anyone. He loved his job and what he did. He just didn't love telling people and the mockery or odd and disbelieving looks that usually came with it. He was already a professor at only 26 years old. Most people couldn't understand how he got to that level at such a young age, assuming he was given the role on account of something rather than his own intellect and his hard work. And those he knew that did understand, from his peers, he usually got disapproving looks, like he didn't deserve to be there so soon when they'd worked their whole lives to get where they were. It was frustrating but when you've dealt with it your entire life, you begin to pay less and less attention. "But I'm doing some work up at the university..." he added, raising his hand as if to point in the direction of the university but dropping it again realising he couldn't accurately point to it from here.

As she turned to head back to her table, he sat back down on his chair, only to be surprised when she returned. Instantly he stood up again, like he'd sat down on a sharp pin. She took the seat opposite him, bringing her tea with her. Unsure of the situation, he sat back down, his hands placed on his knees under the table for fear of knocking over her drink as well. "Nice to meet you, TJ" the young man smiled, moving as if to offer her a wobbly hand to shake but stopped in mid thought, letting it rest again on his knee. It didn't bother him so much he spilt his coffee on himself but he'd be mortified if he knocked it over the young woman. "Thank you for the offer, but it's okay, I don't think another would be a good idea. It was my own fault..." he politely rebuffed, his cheeks blushing a rosy red.

The change of conversation away from his little accident was welcoming and he looked to his book as she asked. "Oh?" he blurted out. It wasn't everyday that someone asked him about his textbooks and he was more than happy to oblige in telling her what it is. "It's a textbook on anthropological science, for my degree, mainly focusing on the molecular and morphological evolution of different societies based on their genetics and population biology, helping to demonstrate the power of selection due to ecological factors seen in different countries including the ability to maintain genetic diversity through genetic polymorphisms such as human blood types...." began to explain. You could never say the Elliot wasn't passionate about his work. He trailed off into silence while staring at TJ, his dull hazel eyes full of apology. "I'm sorry...you probably didn't want to hear all that..." he sighed, biting on his lip only to relive the pain of his burn. "What do you do miss.....TJ? If you don't mind me asking of course. Because if you do then I'm really sorry and I didn't mean to offend you..." Elliot tried to explain again, fumbling over his words again.

ooc. bah, rambly post, I'm sorry.
wordcount. pftt, who cares?
tags. Tinsel & open.
muse. lovelovelove

[TINSEL VALLOS]

Don't let me hear you say life's taking you no where

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TJ smiled gently as she brought the cup to her lips and took another sip, keeping the cup in her hands as they were a little cold."Really? Languages? Like all the languages?" she asked curiously as she put the cup back on the table. She smiled gently as he said that he was working at the university, she had no idea where the university was since she just got here.

As he said it was nice to meet her, she nodded and smiled again "It's nice to meet you too, it's actually Tinsel but I prefer TJ most of the time"

[/color] she spoke with another smile. "Oh ok"[/color] she spoke gently as he said he didn't want any coffee. She would have been more then willing to go up and get him another cup. Her head tilted a little as he spoke of the book that he was reading. She blinked a few times, and a smile formed on her face. She only understood about four of the words he said but it was ok. It was interesting that he knew so much. If someone asked her what the textbook was she was reading, she would just give a short but sweet answer. "No its ok, you definitely know a lot about your field."[/color] she spoke with a light laugh.

Her eyes watched him as he seemed to fumble, it was rather cute. Maybe he was just very timid, TJ didn't know. When he asked her what she did, she quickly grabbed her cup and took a drink of her tea, it gave her time to think. No one, so far, had asked her that question before and she didn't know how she should lie. Her eyes looked past him, out the window and saw a few people holding books or bags. Her warm eyes flashed back to him as she stopped drinking her tea and sat the cup back down "Um I'm a librarian"[/color] she spoke gently as she grabbed her book that was on the chair and put it on the table top.

Her head shook a little "No no you're not offending me, please tell me if I offend you"[/color] she spoke gently as she reached up and pushed her fedora back on her head, her wig hair tickling the side of her cheek as she wiped it away.

Wordcount: Didn't count D:
Outfit: Here <3
Musack: -
Notes:<3 <3 <3 they are such sweeties XD sorry it took so long.
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[ELLIOT BRIDGES]

He sits alone at a table in a small cafe
Drowning his tears in a bottomless cup of coffee

Elliot nodded when she inquired about the languages. He had a notion for picking things up rather easily anyway, which made learning languages a lot easier. "I can speak fluently in French, German, Spanish, Italian, a little bit of Portuguese, with some Russian, Greek, Lat...." he had began to explain, reeling off a list of the languages he could speak but again stopped. Despite knowing several of them, speaking to a woman was still hard in any language. Especially talking about himself which he hated to do. "They're all quite similar really..." he added, hoping she didn't think he was trying to brag. He just nodded when she remarked on his field of study, biting his lip for fear of giving another long and boring speech.

"Tinsel's a nice name...", he commented, smiling at her awkwardly but in a friendly way. It was a pretty name, uncommon. That was actually the first time he'd heard it as a first name and he made a point to remember it. It reminded him of Christmas, but she probably heard that a lot and he didn't dare say anything. He was surprised when she said she was a librarian. It was obvious why he hadn't seen her before, his eyes were usually always glued to the books he was reading or to the floor, never at any women but surely he would have heard of her, or heard her, if she was a librarian? Remembering voices and faces came just as easy as the languages he had learned but TJ failed to stand out in his find. Her deceit was to be commended but there was a small flaw in the fact that she'd decided to lie to the one man who spent most of his life in the library or university.

"I'm not keeping you, if you need to get to work am I?" Elliot asked, concerned. "I can walk you...if you like?" he offered, assuming she worked close in one of the university libraries. He was no stranger to the libraries, he always had books to pick up and drop off which made it even stranger that he didn't notice the young woman before. "I'm not needed until 11, I can give you a hand, if you like?", Elliot suggested. His voice was full of nerves when he asked. Like someone giving a priceless vase to child. It wasn't normally within him to ask a woman, especially one he'd only just met briefly but he always needed things from the library so it wasn't such a stretch offering to walk her there.

"Would you like another tea?" Elliot offered. "It's my fault if it's going cold..."

ooc. hope it's alright
wordcount. nothing special.
tags. Tinsel
muse. <3

[TINSEL VALLOS]

Don't let me hear you say life's taking you no where

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"Wow that is a lot of languages, Russian is similar to the others?"

[/color] she asked curiously. TJ knew all the romance languages, of them, she only knew how to speak a few little sentences of each. But she didn't know that Russian was similar to the other languages. Her warm eyes watched as he bit his lip and a small smile formed on her face.

"Thank you"[/color] she spoke gently as she took a few more sips of her luke warm tea which was quickly turning cold. It was a very unique name but most of the time, she liked to go by TJ. It was neutral and short, plus she didn't get guff for it like she did with Tinsel. Her hands moved as she put the cup back down on the table and looked at it.

His questions suprised her, they were coming kind of fast and she had to think quickly. Did he call her bluff? Or was he just being genuinely nice? She figured he was being genuinely nice, with the way he acted, nervous and twitchy."No no you're not keeping me, I actually don't work today, but I do have prior engagements"[/color] she spoke with a soft smile. TJ wasn't sure when she should return back the the Bureau, considering she might have an assignment soon or something. She was obviously, still trying to get used to everything. "Til eleven? Well would, would you like to do something?"[/color] she asked curiously. It was ok if not, she could always do something by herself. Though it wasn't nearly as fun, actually rather lonesome.

"No thank you, I'm fine. I generally only have one cup per day. It's not your fault, I just didn't drink it fast enough"[/color] she spoke with a light laugh.

Wordcount: Why do I even have this on here, if I don't count XD
Outfit: Here <3
Musack: -
Notes:<3 <3 <3
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[atrb=background,http://img98.imageshack.us/img98/3415/ellliotbackground.jpg] Elliot nodded along contently as she explained her prior engagements. Soon she'd be on her way, he'd be on his way and this awkward tango they were doing would be over. He smiled sweetly, but awkwardly, with only one side of his mouth seeming to move. What he hadn't been expecting was for her to ask if he wanted to do something. It was a rare occasion that he was asked to do something that wasn't work related. He stayed silent, his feet shuffling nervously against the floor. His eyes wandered, trying not to look directly at TJ while trying to find an answer. He didn't want to offend her by outright saying no. In truth, he had no idea what they could do but he did have time and perhaps it would be good to do something. Perhaps it could even be fun (and fun was something he didn't have too often). Looking past Tinsel, his eyes caught glimpse of the barista, Chuck, waving his arms at him, a smile swept across his face and nodding, visibly encouraging the nervous professor to accept and go out with the young woman. Biting the bullet, he turned his glance back to TJ. "Yes, doing something would be nice" he smiled his awkward smile again. As to what they could do, he wasn't quite sure. Hopefully she had more ideas than him. "Would you...like to go somewhere?" Elliot asked, trying to offer up some ideas. There was at least three hours to kill, so they could probably fit in a walk, there were some nice buildings in the university; with some of the higher ones offering some nice views. Leaning forward across the table, he reached for his text book that was sitting one of the chairs. He moved slowly, trying not to let his tall gangly form get into her person space. Taking the book, he slipped it into the small brown leather bag he had sitting by his feet. "But if you have something in mind you'd like to do, I have no objection" Elliot added. Picking up his own book, he recalled what she had said earlier. "But I can't fence" he laughed weakly with another odd flash of a smile and offering a fact, trying to be quite interesting for the girl, "But do you know that it's illegal to make swords hidden inside walking sticks these days and you can't own them, but if the walking stick is from the Victorian era, that's acceptable?" ooc. I'm so sorry this took so long; have a million and one things bothering me right now. wordcount. nothing exciting tags. TJ muse. <3

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[TINSEL VALLOS]

Don't let me hear you say life's taking you no where

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Tinsel smiled nervously as she looked down at the table. It made her nervous how he was taking so long to reply. Unsure of what to do til he did reply, she gently brought her cup to her lips, taking a sip of the cold liquid. She immediately regretted it and began to swallow harshly as she put the cup down, trying to get the taste out of her mouth. Her hand moved as she wiped her mouth. Thankfully he began to answer, and he didn't turn her down. "Yeah, do you have any ideas? I haven't been in New Jersey too long so I don't know too many hot spots. So far I've found the Theater, the Library, and this Cafe"

[/color] she spoke with a small laugh and smile. She really didn't get out much, though when she first got here she was trying to get a feel for the place. That sort of failed.

Her large warm brown eyes gazed back up at him, watching him carefully grab his text book, as her plump lips formed into a smile. "That's quite alright it's not a common hobby"[/color] she spoke gently as she reached over and grabbed her own book, not doing it with so much care. However, her body stayed leaned in for a moment before she sat back."Really? Well that doesn't make much sense"[/color] she spoke gently as she arched her eyebrow "But I really like the Victorian era"[/color] she smiled as she looked over at the Barista randomly. He seemed to be smiling while he was keeping himself busy, was he listening?

"Hey you're a lecturer right? Would you like to show me the University?"[/color] she asked curiously with a tilt of her head, she soon brought her book to her chest and hugged to her. The chair squeaked as she pressed herself up off the chair with her feet and gently moved it back more with her thighs so she could get away from the table. Tinsel's eyes watched Elliot and she smiled gently at him. She didn't mind if their meeting was awkward, it was actually rather refreshing, it wasn't so clean cut and professional.

Wordcount: Why do I even have this on here, if I don't count XD
Outfit: Here <3
Musack: -
Notes:<3 <3 Sooo Cute <3 <3
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