thread; ren & audrey WHO: Ren and Audrey WHEN: December, end of Audrey's shift. WHERE: The Coffee shop. SUMMARY: coworker chats. WARNINGS: None currently, will update if that changes.
It was getting into the time of the day where everything was quiet and even with the Holiday season, which did bump up the traffic some, it still wasn't that busy. That was Repose for you. It meant that usually there was only one of them scheduled in the evenings, and Ren frequently offered to take those shifts: A) he didn't have to get up early and B) he didn't mind working alone and never had. He'd met Adrian during one of those alone shifts, and also, he knew he was intimidating, which wasn't something you could say about some of the people who worked in the shop. If someone wanted to cause trouble, chances were real good they took one look at him and didn't. And if they didn't make that wise decision, Ren would put his ability to handle it up against almost anyone's in town.
Right now he was making a latte for Mrs Reynalds, and he'd figured out by lucky accident really, that she liked her lattes to look pretty on top. Ren didn't usually mess with any of that, outside of some sort of heart at best. But with Mrs Reynalds he always took a little longer. He gathered she didn't have much family, and was pretty lonely, and there was some delight in getting her to smile. Latte art was harder than it looked, something he'd learned early on, but also easier than it looked if you could use magic to help you along with it. Today though, he wasn't using magic. He just poured the milk in, and then reached for a spoon to deal with the remaining foam. This went on top in the form of a couple of dollops, circular, and he reached for the thermometer to pull a couple of white lines out from that.
As he did, his mind turned over the encounter he'd had a few days previously while he'd been at the shop. Repose was at times a weird mixture of small town nosiness and people also completely minding their own business. And that was usually easy for him to do, because after all, he didn't care much about what other people were doing if it didn't bother him, and he appreciated people not bothering him about his stuff. That didn't mean that he didn't hear shit sometimes, or that stuff didn't get said, and it felt to him as if there'd been more than the usual amount of it at times.