Re: Ice cream: Cat & Reece
"I don't know if it matters, if it doesn't work. I just... I know, your horror backstory is... normal, where you're from. I know you know it's not normal elsewhere and that it's some kind of badge. But, I... I just want you to also know that it wasn't right, um, regardless of everyone from Jersey measuring their wounds to yours..., you know?" Reece didn't know if he was making sense. So he just raked his fingers through his glorious hair and shut up. Briefly. "Poor Cat." He was finally talking like this girl beside him wasn't the woman he'd known. "I know she'd claw me for saying those two words together, but, that's rough. Feeling like you have to know, and hating yourself because either you can't know, or, when you do, it's bad." That's what they called a 'super shitty situation.'
Maybe it was naive of Reece to not realize he'd leveraged sex. It was just par for the course at Tethys. He frowned a little at the question as he ground espresso into the basket and tamped it. "I liked her fine. She liked me fine. It wasn't like a love connection, but it was okay." Which was better than some of the stories Reece had heard from coworkers, especially the women. He glanced at the girl on the counter, then down, his fluster clear on his face. "Of—Obviously." That he was lying was like a stamp on his forehead. "It'd be sad if I hadn't." He shook his head and sighed dramatically.
The coffee job, though. It was normal. And he'd been good at it, because his arm didn't get tired, and he could go fast during a rush. Reece smiled stupidly at the brush of hair from his face as he began to pull his first two shots. "What kind of drink do you want anyway? Do you want eight shots? Because I'll do it." He quickly stuck a cup under spout. "Computer science."