Who: Felix and Bex What: Sitting, waiting, wishing? Just friendly conversation at a Gloria Jeans cafe outside the campus while the wind goes nuts in the morning. When: July 6th, around nine in the morning. Status: Complete Rated: PG
Felix doesn't like the way a small tree outside the building is leaning. It's like some invisible force is pushing against the wimpy thing with all it's might and Felix can only imagine the same force would love to do that to him as well if he were out there. That's why he sits inside, where it's safe from all the wind's powerful gusts. He wonders, for just a moment, that if Bex does show up if she'll look fearsome with her hair blown all over the place, or if she'll be like some of the girls in the cafe who have hair that won't budge what with all the hair-spray used on it.
He hopes for the fierce look. If she has long hair at all, that is.
A warm hand is laid upon his shoulder and Felix looks up to see one of the baristas smiling at him. She begins to expertly move her long fingers and graceful hands in an effort to communicate and Felix reads the signs.
More coffee? We just brewed a fresh pot.
He returns the signs with ease. Yes, thank you. And can you add hazelnut? Thanks.
His eyes return to that poor tree, briefly, before falling to the newspaper laid out on the table before him. He reads about local happenings, local deaths, new engagements, and occasionally glances up to see if anyone looking for someone has entered the establishment.