forum Ok, kinda cliche, but wanted to try this idea out? (Closed, stalkers welcomed)

Started January 16, 2020 by @gracehustle

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(Yeah :) ) And I can definitely!

Thanks!

Soren just wanted to go back to bed, but yet here he was, on a coffee run for his friend at what seemed like the buttcrack of dawn. It was probably closer to 9 a.m. though, which explained the bustle of people around him and the sun already out. He yawned and ran his hand through his messy blonde hair, happy for once that he was taller than most people as he looked around for whatever shop he was supposed to go to.

Rowan was navigating her smaller form through the bustling crowd in the morning. She had to run and get coffee for her coworkers at the bookstore before heading in. It always ate up a bit of her time, but the employer was nice to count these as part of her part-time hours. Her long black hair was up in a ponytail with a berry red bow clipped in with the tie. In her messenger bag was her trusty sketchbook and pen with the orders of the day to hand to the lady at the counter. Whenever Rowan got to the coffee shop.

Soon Soren spotted the place, a little but busy thing with people going in and out somewhat frequently. At least Eril had written down the orders on his arm with a permanent marker while he was still sleeping, it made it much easier on his still not fully awake mind. The crumpled bills were stuffed in his jean pocket, while the handful of change Eril had given him was stuffed into the pocket of the hoodie he had thrown on only moments before he left the door. One small trip, get the orders and go back to his house. All he had to do. His emerald green eyes flicked around at the people around him and he eventually stepped around an older couple before heading to the doors.

(I've got no preference as well. We could flip a coin to see who is who?)
(Sure :) what do you call? Heads or tails? I'll flip it quick)

Rowan finally squeezed her way through the crowd and into the shop. She was in line getting the coffee showing the orders to the barista and she was moving towards the back of the store to wait for the coffees to finish. While moving she ended up bumping into a taller gentleman entering the shop and entering the line. Rowan ended up stumbling back not expecting him to be there. She wasted no time her jade eyes going to her notebook and flipping to the second page holding it out with both hands towards the guy she had bumped into. In big clear letters, the only thing on it was, I'm sorry!

(Alrighty!)
Soren still wasn't fully aware of what was happening around him as a young lady bumped into him as he got into line. He was aware enough to see her show him a page saying 'I'm sorry!' "It's alright, that was my fault," He said, offering a small smile as he looked down at the girl, "Sorry about that."

Rowan gave him a slight smile and turned the notebook around to find a blank page. She took out her pen and quickly wrote something down before turning it around to show Soren once more, "It's alright! I'm Rowan. What's your name?

"I'm Soren, nice to meet you Rowan," He said, sweeping a few hairs out of his face and holding out his hand for her to shake. Soren really wasn't the type of guy to just strike up conversations with strangers, especially since he knew magic, but Rowan seemed really nice. Her note writing instead of talking he was curious about though, even though he figured she couldn't or didn't like to talk and that was perfectly fine with him.

Rowan took his hand and gave it a shake. She typically wasn't this 'talkative' but she had bumped into Soren and figured he deserved this much courtesy. Rowan was about to write something else when her name got called. She quickly scribbled down and showed it to him, That's me! It was nice to meet you, Soren.

Soren smiled again and nodded, "Nice meeting you too Rowan." He watched as she went to get her drink and he stood in line, looking at the scratchy writing on his arm and trying to decipher the order as the front counter came closer and closer. This would be so much easier if Eril had just came with him instead of trying to write on his arm.

Rowan put her notebook back into her and grabbed the four-five drinks from the counter. These were the times she was grateful drink carriers were a thing. She signed to the lady behind the counter not expecting her to understand "Thank you!". It was her policy to be polite even if no one knew what she was signing. She let out a breath and went to leave the cafe.

Soren looked up again after deciphering the order, smiling when he saw Rowan again and all the drinks she was carrying. He wanted to step out of line to open the door for her since her hands were full, but he didn't want to lose his spot if she could get it open herself since he was so close to the front. She seemed like a nice person, and even just a short exchange with her had made him smile, something that wasn't common when he had just woken up.

Rowan got to the door and was struggling to open it. These were the moments she really wished she had a little helper that could open the door for her. She muttered a few choice words in her mind and tried to open the door once more. She gave up and waited by the door for someone to enter or exit, which would surely happen soon given how busy the cafe was at the moment.

He glanced back once again as he neared the front of the line, sighing slightly when he saw Rowan having trouble with the door and slipping out of line. It may had cost him his spot in line but he walked to the door and opened it with a silent smile to help her.

Rowan gave Soren a smile of thanks back. She understood he had lost his place in line to help her and she was still grateful he helped. She balanced the tray and signed, "Thanks."

She was about to leave, but she stopped and placed the coffee down for a moment. She reached into her bag and ripped out a piece of her notebook before writing on it and handing it to Soren. She picked up her coffee and left immediately after.

He didn't understand her hand motion in response but he guessed it was a thank you, making him smile in response. When she held out a paper for him he gladly took it, letting the door close behind her before getting back to the end of the line and looking at the paper. It was going to be a long wait to get back to the front of the line, but he didn't mind since he had helped Rowan.

The paper had a phone number on it and underneath, This is my number. Don't call. Text only. Thanks for helping me out :P

Rowan stepped into the bookstore and immediately was greeted with a chorus of hellos and hey there's. She spent no time giving everyone there coffee drinks before getting her apron on and started sorting the books. Taking a sip of her own drink ever so often.

Soren folded the note carefully and tucked it into his pocket with a smile and a slight blush on his face, determined to talk to Rowan after he got his drinks. Finally, after what felt like forever, he got back up to the front of the line, deciphering the scribbles on his arm once again and ordering his drink.

Rowan put her earbuds in and listened to music while she stalked and sorted books. Once the shop opened up a few customers tapped her on the shoulder and she directed them as best she could. She hadn't been able to talk from a young age and was used to getting strange looks when she didn't respond to them verbally. It was never a choice for her though it may have started as one. She couldn't remember, it had just always been like this.