Who: Luke and Dylan Where: Starbucks Coffee, Mall, Ann Arbor When: Late Afternoon
Shopping. How boring. Still, buying new things might be annoyingly time consuming, but having new things? Worth it. As well as the flirtations with the flushed little brunette who had worked at one of the stores he had stopped buy, scurrying for whatever she thought 'suited' him. Even one hint that he did not agree with one of her choices, and it was taken away, immediately replaced.
Things were arranged to be sent to his home, because he was not dragging any bags around like he had just come from a flip flop sale at Old Navy. Yes, he was at a mall, but he was not completely uncivilized. Leave that to other people.
Despite its low brow spread like an octopus across the country, Starbucks still had decent coffee, and Luke wanted the caffeine rush. The call of, "Order up!" and Luke was collecting his drink.
Moira wanted to do some shopping before their sleepover, and Dylan had gone to a couple stores with her, but after a while 'Oh my god! That looks fantastic!' just wasn't exciting for her anymore. She excused herself while Moira tried on more outfits and went in search of a coffee and whole grain muffin. Starbucks was just the place.
Her order came up right behind Luke's, being a simple black house blend- no milk, steam or anything else fancy. She did pick up a couple packets of sugar for it and reached over for a napkin. "Excuse me, sorry." She said to the blonde who'd picked up his order before her as she reached near him for said napkin.
If Luke's drink met a 'real' cup of coffee on a counter, it would not recognize what the heck it was, really. The drink he had ordered was some semblance of coffee with more sugar and caffeine than the 'real' stuff. Which suited him just fine, really. Leave the other stuff for those who gave a damn, or did not have enough money or time to have someone else make it for them. Or, at least, even an espresso machine of their own.
The smell of girl, and a flash of pale blond hair hit him before he even heard the girl's voice, still only looking over at her when she addressed her. He was semi disappointed when he found that the teenage girl turned out to be that weird blonde that he did not know the name of, on purpose, the one who had freaked out at a pep rally and fell off a set of bleachers. "Bleacher Girl?"
"Nope." Dylan replied, noting the color of disappointment on the guy she instantly recognized as the resident- well former resident (seeing as he'd graduated)- school jock. "Dylan." After all, she did have a name.
"Right, Dylan." Like Bob, the guy with the guitar and the musically primitive music, right. Weird name for a girl in his opinion, which was pretty much the only one that mattered to him. "Flows better than 'Bleacher Girl,' I guess." 'Jock' he was, had been, would likely be at college, but there had been another J--k name attached to his pretty face at the high school, and it had not been Jack.
"And is the only one I respond to." Well that wasn't entirely true, but in this case... Dylan set her cup on the counter and popped its lid to deposit the sugar into and a stick to stir it briefly before re-capping it and wrapping the napkin she'd snagged around it. "But I'll overlook it, this time, as I doubt you even knew my name to begin with."
Even if he could have helped the scoff of disbelief at her snarking at him. No way did she think that she got to be a smartass to him and he would pretend to be nice about it. "No, why would I?" The challenge was clear in his voice. Why would he have bothered to know her name? As if.
Dylan tilted her head at him and smiled a little before taking a sip of her- oh! hot coffee. "You wouldn't." After all she was a lot more invisible than he'd been as well as her being in a class lower than him. "Football players don't tend to associate with jazz band unless they're -in- band." She wasn't trying to be snarky or anything, honestly she didn't expect him to even notice her. Dyl was half surprised he remembered the bleacher thing- and wished he hadn't.
Rolling his eyes, Luke decided he was tired of this, tired of her. "Yeah, thanks for the insight." She was cute, she was, but it took more than cute with a side of strange to hold his attention for longer than a second. "See you around," he smirked. "Bleacher Girl, Dylan."
"Probably not, but good play on civility." Dylan said as she tossed the stir stick into the trash. It was clear by his coloring that he was completely indifferent- slightly uncaring and pretty bored. "Must say I'm slightly surprised you're here and not up camping with the group that went yesterday." Ok, so maybe she kept talking because she was a little bored too. "Probably, too many freaks and not enough cheerleaders huh?" Even though a good chunk of those who went spanned a good part of the popular spectrum.
Someone else might have at least pretended to be nice to the blonde, and if not for her entirely boring him for all her cute, Luke really just did not care enough to bother. "Listen, this was fun," lie, "And I'd just love to do it again sometime," lie, "But I've got better things and girls to do. Bye." Oh, truth.
Without leaving her room to respond, or, god forbid, try to stop him from leaving, he took his coffee and left.
Dylan laughed and rolled her eyes. "Funny how 'ego' looks like shit." She said noting the dark brown color in his aura. With a shrug and sigh she turned and headed back to the store she'd abandoned Moira in.