I never knew just what it was about this old coffee shop Who: Kajsa and Jameson When: Coffee time! Um...morning-ish Where: The coffee shop by the police station, whatever it is. XD
Last night with Lumi had been fun and it was always nice reconnecting with what she considered friends. Nevertheless, Kajsa had never really been properly involved with proper 'friends' and she'd mostly just had buddies she did one or several things with. But it was nice to be around someone who knew everything (well, except the bit about Jokull) because it just made talking about everything so much easier. She didn't have to pretend that she hadn't had a history of not-so-good things or that her family wasn't just a normal, everyday family that was just seemingly obsessed with water and fountains. Still, Kajsa was mostly solitary and while she had considered dropping by Treble Clef, she hadn't. She really didn't want a music lesson. And she wasn't about to waste another couple bucks to spend on a failed music lesson and an even worse conversation. She did, however, decide to drop by a bookstore and pick up a copy of Princeton Review's LSAT reviewer. LSAT review and coffee. It sounded like a plan. It kept her from home and kept her from shopping. Funds were low and she didn't get back to work for another few days.
Leaving her book on a table, she walked towards the line to order some coffee. There were a bunch of kids running around the shop while the person she assumed to either be mother or over-dressed babysitter sat at a nearby table with a cup of coffee and a celebrity magazine. Kajsa made a face as one of the kids grabbed her leg, almost pulling the top of her boots down, to steady himself before running after his brother. Children. She was going to have some at some point but they weren't in the plan for another couple years at least...and even then, she didn't have to like other people's children. As she took another step, avoiding the children, the other one barreled into the back of her knees, sending her forward and into someone's broad back. An angry yell and the sound of sloshing liquid informed her that she had probably just scalded someone. She tried not to groan. "I'm sorry," Kajsa murmured at the man's back as she bent down to help the fallen boy up. His mother-or-babysitter remained painfully oblivious as she read about Ed Westwick and Jessica Szohr's latest escapade in Miami or something.