Charlie Parker is a pistol. (charlietypes) wrote in genome_project, @ 2011-01-23 14:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | january 2011 |
WHO: Charlie and Ben
WHAT: A first kiss
WHEN: January 23, breakfast
WHERE: Frye's Leap Cafe and Bar
RATING: TBD
While you were lickin' your lips and your lipstick shinin'
I was dyin' just to ask for a taste
Oh we were lyin' together in a si-ilver linin' by the light of the moon
You know there's not another moment, not another moment
Charlie believed firmly in three, or five, meals a day. She enjoyed eating, but hated the act of cooking passionately enough to have called Ben at the crack of dawn demanding that he go out with her to the café for a good breakfast. She’d even offered to pay, her allowance still burning a hole in her pocket. After all, her dress had been about fifty dollars less than she’d expected, and she wasn’t exactly used to having any money to burn. So Charlie had walked over to the small island restaurant at around eight that morning, grabbing them a table and ordering two coffees from the waitress while perusing the menu; she seemed wide awake already, even without caffeine.
It might be because she had promised herself that it was today she would figure out why the hell Ben Bailey was being weird around her. Their friendship would only crumble like a stale cookie (Jesus, now she wanted a cookie) if she didn’t make him talk, and food seemed like a good bribe. Charlie finally let the menu fall back onto the table, tapping her blue converse clad foot as she waited for the man in question to walk through the door. Her hair was down that day, brushed just enough to let it look neat… ish. With blue jeans, a black blouse (untucked and with the sleeves rolled up), and her thick winter coat on the chair, she looked almost passable to seen in public.