thread, ongoing: Rob and Piper. Who: Rob and Piper. What: Meeting up again! Where: Generic Coffee Place #495. When: Around 7:30 pm. Warnings? Language, maybe.
Piper did not need coffee. In fact, if one were to make a definitive list of Things That Piper Keehan Did Not Need, not only would it be full of things like "cockroaches in the bathroom sink" and "cat holes in her favorite t-shirt," but coffee would be there too, especially when she was excited (which was most of the time, as there were plenty of things to be excited about) or when it was getting to be later on at night. Even in the mornings, once she got past the initial laziness of just waking up, Piper was energetic. There was no real rhyme or reason for it, as she had always been that way: she was the person who dragged slowpokes out of bed; the constant motivator, the one who had no allies that liked to sleep late or take their time wasting the day away. Still, there was no way she would argue with Rob about his choice of location. The longer they spent planning where to go, the longer it would be before they were face to face again.
Instead, she all but fell over herself when it came to getting from her apartment to the coffee shop, pulling on the closest, cleanest pieces of clothes she had before jogging down the sidewalk, smiling like some kind lunatic. Sure, she'd asked for a head start, but twenty minutes was more than generous - she got there in five, if that, and slid into the store, ordering an iced tea and easing into one of the tables near the frosted picture window overlooking the street. Dropping her greyish-taupe purse onto the windowsill, she tried to relax in the chair, some dark orange, overstuffed thing that looked more comfortable than it really was, but found herself tapping her fingers on her knees, squirming in her seat like some kind of hyperactive shilled.
With her long, black hair pulled into a pair of low ponytails over her shoulders, Piper leaned forward with her forearms on the circular table, eyes fixed on the empty seat before her. She looked like any other girl who might frequent a coffee shop late at night, sort of casually trendy and awkwardly pretty; normally, she would've dressed nicer, but excitement, not surprisingly, got the best of her. Leather jacket, white, v-neck t-shirt, dark, skinny jeans tucked into flat-heeled boots that came up above her calves, the same color and texture of her jacket, it was all kept pretty casual, and it wasn't long before she shrugged the jacket off entirely. Her cold tea untouched (and, really, full of sugar anyway) she tried not to stare out the window, but found herself glancing through it anyway, as though she might somehow see him coming.