Re: log - helena & wes
[Her grin was this gem-bright thing—crown jewel embedded in gold. There was the saying that every diamond had its imperfections, but, from where he was standing, Wes couldn't see any. Okay, so he had a tendency to shine his light of optimism so brightly upon others, sometimes it washed out necessary details, but he liked to see the best in people. At least until they proved themselves to be jerks. And even then, it was up in the air and dependent on how much effort it took to hold that grudge. It could've just been his bad "eyesight" then, but, it didn't matter. Whether her flaws were apparent to him or not, God, did she have a nice smile. It was like an echo chamber of smiles. He smiled, she smiled, he smiled again, and then the coffee came along in slinky black and the promise of a caffeine buzz.
After they shook hands, he went straight to pouring himself a cup of the Sumatran. He didn't adulterate it with creamer. Not this first cup. He just wanted the darkness of the roast on his tongue. But, as he blew the steam away from the surface, eyes on Helena over the rim of ceramic, he lifted his eyebrows at her.] A tour would be good. But, do you really not want any of this? [He sort of pushed the mug out, an inch, toward her in illustration. And very magnanimously:] It's okay if you don't. [He grinned at her, before finally taking that first sip. It was this dank, dark mushroomy note in his nose and throat, like some over-florid forest floor.
He closed his eyes, exhaled, nodded to no one, and opened his eyes to look back at Helena. He gave her a bracing grin.] Okay, now I'm ready. [He looked around a little bit, as if taking in the space, now that the urgent business was out of the way. He rolled his lips together and turned on his feet idly.] Not with stores specifically. [He gave her a smile over coffee-sea again.] Don't fire me yet. The last few years I've been on an oil tanker. But, I'm good with doing just about anything and I can do quick mental math, if that's something that matters. [Registers, right? For registers?]