sydney sage is #1 on the alchemists' most wanted (silverlily) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-10-25 00:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | adrian ivashkov, sydney sage |
WHO: Sydney Sage and Adrian Ivashkov
WHAT: First impressions
WHEN: Afternoon on 10/22
WHERE: Starbucks in Irvine
RATING: TBA, probably low
STATUS: Complete
"Venti skinny white mocha, extra foam," Sydney said confidently once she reached the counter at her favorite coffee shop. After a brief hesitation she added, "I'll have one of those blueberry muffins, too," she added, already regretting the choice as soon as the words were out of her mouth. Those muffins were huge and they probably had a thousand calories in them. She was hungry, though, and this meeting was too important to walk into with a growling stomach. She'd only eat half, she told herself. And she'd just have to make time to go by the gym later. Talking Kate into a workout wouldn't be hard and it'd be fine as long as she burned off the calories later. After paying the barista, she took her muffin and moved down the line to wait for her coffee. In the meantime, she juggled the muffin in one hand while she pulled out her iPhone and deftly entered the mocha and muffin into her calorie counter app. Sydney held herself to a strict budget of calories and she was always diligent about following it. Thank goodness for smart phones. She didn't know what she'd ever done without them. Adrian wasn’t one for going to Starbucks. He was sure there was some other coffee joint that could suit his sophisticated needs, but he was going to have to make do for now. Especially since he was going to check out how construction on the art gallery was going. They were supposed to be breaking ground later today and Adrian wanted to make sure that everything was going to plan. Besides, Adrian needed some form of beverage as he stood in line behind some heavily tattooed biker. And maybe later on he’d hire a couple plebeians to be his friends. For now, he was busy staring at some hot piece of ass as he ordered his drink. Must be some ditzy blonde secretary. But that didn’t mean Adrian couldn’t hit on her. Even if she was nowhere in his league. “So, what brings you here? Coffee run?” Definitely not a pick up line, but Adrian figured that was probably why she was there to say the least. Sydney rolled her eyes at the voice in her ear. She supposed the guy was good-looking in a whole chiseled features sort of way, but his comment was probably about the lamest thing she’d ever heard. “I’m in a coffee shop,” she returned, unable to help herself even though she knew she really shouldn’t engage, “What else would I be doing here if I wasn’t getting coffee?” Besides making conversation with an irritatingly attractive stranger, apparently. She wasn’t much of a smart one, her. “I meant, are you getting coffee for the whole office?” Adrian asked her incredulously. Must be one of those natives. Didn’t mean that she was hot. Besides, intellect didn’t matter if he was going to hit on her. “Really, who did you have to sleep with to get your position?” Funny, Sydney was thinking the same thing about his intelligence - or lack thereof - especially when he made that crack about how she'd gotten her job. "Were you raised by wolves or something? What in the hell makes you think it's even okay to talk to people like this?" Sydney was practically boiling with fury at the implication that she'd use sex to get ahead, at the idea that she'd even have to. And where the hell was her coffee? Sydney would probably be tempted to throw it in this guy's face if it wouldn't be a waste of a good mocha. As it was, she was past ready to get her coffee and get the hell away from this asshole. The girl had fire and Adrian kind of liked that. Shame that she was way too lowbrow for his tastes. But he had enough decorum to know that he shouldn’t fuel that fire. “Fine. Point made,” Adrian said succinctly, “since I assumed you had a secretarial position.” He assumed also he was wrong, but he wasn’t going to apologize. Ivashkovs simply did not apologize. “Why? Because I’m blonde and a girl?” Sydney didn’t even know why she was engaging with this jerk. “It shouldn’t matter what my job is, anyway, it’s not okay to talk to people like that, whether it’s a secretary or whatever passes in your world for important.” “Fine,” Adrian said succinctly. He could find a better coffee place than this Starbucks when the time came. “But next time, no comments like that.” He would’ve said more, but the barista called out for a skinny vanilla mocha. He could only hope that was her drink so Adrian could escape this torture. Sydney just rolled her eyes as she moved forward to pick up her mocha. She was sorely tempted to throw it at him, but she really didn’t have the time to wait for them to make her another. Instead, she just gave him a withering look and walked briskly out into the cool fall air. |