bound_jonah (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} bound_jonah) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} bound_rp,@ 2014-03-02 20:25:00 |
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Date: February 24, 2014
Time: 6 pm
Location: Coffee shop Roman works at
Characters: Jonah and Roman
Description: Seeing one another after a few years
Status: Private, in progress
Jonah got out of his old truck and stretched his stiff back and legs. Driving from Tennessee to Maine was no small quest, but he was used to long distances in his Ole'Faithful. The truck had been his dad's until Jonah turned 16, but even as a kid he drove it around his family farm before it was officially in his name. The thing had over 150,000 miles on it, but he wouldn't trade it for the world. It was times like these that he wished he had a dog. Traveling alone wasn't much fun and the radio only occupied his attention until it switched from his local stations to static. He smoothed his wrinkled button-up shirt and scratched his scruffy chin as he looked at the building in front of him. After two nights of sleeping in his vehicle, he was glad to get a cup of black coffee and maybe sleep. Of course his goals were contradictory, but just about everything Jonah decided to do was contradictory. He was a complicated individual, but he'd rather spend his time doing other things than self-reflecting on his flaws.
From what he saw from the town, it seemed interesting. Each town was different. Each had its own spark or flare. He'd spent almost a day in Crescent Cove. After talking with, Frank, an old friend who played football with him in high school, he couldn't contain his curiosity and had to leave Knoxville when he learned that Roman was in Maine. Of course he wanted to know where his old friend went. After Alec died, their worlds changed. He didn't expect her to leave South Carolina without a word. Frank said that he saw Roman in Crescent Cove and that she seemed to be doing fine, although he said she didn't take much time to socialize with him. Jonah didn't really know what he wanted or what he was going to say. He just went off his instincts. If she was there or if she wasn't, he needed a job. This was as good of a place as any. He was down to his last 100 dollars and he knew that after a hotel room he would only have enough for this cup of coffee and maybe a hamburger. But coffee first.
He walked into the cafe and stood in line to order his drink. His blue eyes drifted, wandering towards the tables and the people occupying them. He was a quiet guy who did more listening and watching than talking. He learned more that way. Rubbing his forehead, he found a headache coming on. Stepping up to the counter, he looked the blonde barrister in the eyes. "Small Black Co-" The words froze in his throat as he noticed her in the back. He stood there for a second, noticing how she looked older. He probably did too. The blonde girl starred up at him, waiting. She may have said something, but he didn't hear. "Roman," he called. His childhood friend, the best living friend he had, she was right there. He had to talk to her.