Alison Blaire (alightshow) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-02-17 19:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, alison blaire (dazzler), quentin coldwater |
Who: Alison and Quentin
When: Valentine’s Day, morning
Where: Baxter Bakery
What: Random Encounter
Rating/Warnings: Low/None
Status: Complete
Quentin was enjoying his Valentine’s Day. Of course, he’d never really celebrated the holiday. It was just one day out of three hundred and sixty-five. He was in the cafe, reading for pleasure (what’s that all about?) and enjoying a nice, sparkling latte. It was strange the way the milk glistened or shimmered in the light, but he found he liked it. A lot.
He had Monday off, too, which was also nice. Three day weekend, and this was just the beginning.
Valentine’s Day wasn’t a huge deal to Alison, since she didn’t have anyone to celebrate with, but she had made sure to call her parents and let each of them know that she loved them. As for evening plans? She honestly wasn’t sure, but she knew there would be a ton of random parties that she could go to if she wanted to, or else she could probably sit at home and watch some Netflix. But since this was a day to treat the person you love, she decided to treat herself with a drink at Baxter’s.
She walked inside and made her way up to the front to order a mocha and then as she was making her way towards a table she tripped and spilled half of it on the back of some poor man and his chair. “Oh my god! I am so sorry!” She quickly grabbed some napkins off a neighboring table and started to try and wipe the mess up.
Quentin literally jumped out of his chair when a hot mocha was spilled down his back. He gave a very undignified yelp and shrugged off his jacket quickly. Just what he needed on Valentine’s Day. Second Degree burns.
“It’s okay,” he said. The liquid was cooling quickly, and wouldn’t stain the black he was wearing… but it’d given him quite a fright. “...Are you all right?”
Alison reached over to give him some of the napkins and help him out with what happened. She would have probably tried to dry him off herself, but she managed to catch herself and realize that would be incredibly creepy of her, “And yeah, I’m fine. Just slightly burned on my hand, but not a big deal. Are you okay? I didn’t mean to spill it on you. I’m so sorry!!” She lifted her hand to her mouth to lick off the mocha that had spilled on it.
“Yes. Yes, I’m all right,” Quentin said. Some of his papers had fallen to the floor in his jumping, and his heart was thundering and racing now, but he was okay. Mostly unscathed. “...you enjoy a hot beverage, that’s for sure.” He was going to need to change his shirt.
“I do, sorry about that. Can I get you anything to make up for it?” Alison wasn’t usually that clumsy, but she also tried to keep a low profile at places like this. No need to alert the media about what she was doing on a normal day. But she absolutely felt terrible that she had possibly hurt him that she wanted to do whatever she could to fix it.
“No no. It’s okay.” Quentin said, now feeling a little embarrassed for her. And possibly for himself. He bent down to start picking up his papers and packing up his things. He’d have to change his shirt, too. “I should probably get headed home, anyway.”
“Oh...okay,” her cheeks were colored with embarrassment as she leaned down to grab a few of his papers and handed them over to him. Yeah she was starting to repeat herself, but she felt terrible and take a hint that she was coming on a little too strong, “Are your papers alright?”
“Yes.” Quentin accepted a handful of papers from her and attempted a smile. It probably looked ridiculously awkward. “Thank you. It’s just… I’m grading papers.” He said, again, awkwardly. Then he cleared his throat. “I’d hate to return one of my students’ papers covered in mocha.”
“Ah!” Her eyes went wide with understanding and she gave him a nod, “Got it. Well, I’m happy I didn’t ruin any of their things. I didn’t realize you were a teacher. I assumed businessman.” She wasn’t going to say that she assumed that because they tended to get grumpier than the normal person.
Quentin glanced at her quizzically, then at his paperwork as he stacked and tidied. “It’s the hair, right? It just screams business casual.” His hair was long and untidy, black as night. It was a stark contrast to his pale skin. The smirk on his lips betrayed the joke he’d just been attempting.
It did manage to earn a chuckle from Alison as she glanced at his hair, “I like your hair though, if you were a businessman then it totally bucks the trend. But I can certainly see you as a professor now with your hair gone wild from late nights grading papers.”
Quentin actually let out a little laugh at that. He shook his head a little and let the hair fly. He had enough that it actually shook a bit from side to side. It wasn’t greasy, just long. And actually quite soft, if he let people in that close. “Thanks.” He offered up, feeling a bit better about this whole mess after the compliment.
“You’re welcome. I should probably let you get back to your work, but if you need anything dry cleaned please let me know,” Alison pointed out and reached into her bag for a sheet of paper and wrote down her phone number on it, “I feel guilty, but I am really glad that I didn’t damage anything important like your papers.”
“Yeah, thanks.” Quentin repeated. He accepted the paper. “Really, it’s all right.” He added, then put the paper in with his others. “I’m just gonna… go change.” He collected up the paperwork and his soaking coat, and gave her one last smile before heading out the door.