Long Road Home (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} the_wolverine) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} valarlogs,@ 2013-02-10 16:15:00 |
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Who: Yuna and Logan
When: A February afternoon before the Laura incident
Where: A local café
What: Random encounter/partner thread!
Warnings/ratings: Flirting
Absently Yuna twisted a lock of dark hair around her finger to keep herself from tapping her foot impatiently. It wasn’t like she minded waiting, it was more like she had already had a little too much caffeine on her long work shift. Coffee really was a nurses best friend and that was why she found herself standing in a café in the middle of an afternoon though she had changed out of her work scrubs before coming.
“Hope you’re not in a hurry, the girl behind the counter is new.” She told the man that joined the line behind her. It wasn’t an issue to her but it might be to someone. “I have already been here about twenty minutes.” The poor girl behind the counter just couldn’t seem to get the hang of what it was she was supposed to be doing.
The man shrugged a shoulder. “Ain’t got anywhere else to be, and they make a damned good sandwich.” He eyed the woman.
"Can't say that I have ever tried their sandwiches," Yuna admitted with a shrug. Small talk was something she was good at because of her job. Wasn't like they were going anywhere fast.
"I am just here for the coffee."
“Coffee any good?” Logan asked. He folded his arms over his chest. He looked a bit like he belonged in a much less urban climate. Boots, jeans and a black t-shirt. His accent was slight, but definitely not southern.
"Not bad," and it wasn't really then again anything was better than nothing. "After a thirty-six hour shift you could probably give me tar and I would think it taste good at this point. But I have to be up a bit so I need it."
“I try to avoid tar,” Logan smirked. “At least the kind that doesn’t come out of a cigar.”
Yuna couldn't help but laugh. "Well you should avoid that too." That was as far as her advice was going. She felt as a nurse she should point that out but it wasn't her place to lecture anyone. "So what type of sandwich do you recommend?"
“I should, but I don’t.” Logan chuckled, then looked over at the menu. “Philly is pretty good. So’s the Italian. Really can’t go wrong with the Italian.”
"That's what everyone says but I guess we all have our vices," good, bad or indifferent they all had them. "Perhaps I will try a sandwich. I will be hungry by the time we are done waiting."
"Sometimes got too many." Logan snorted, and nodded his head. "Hey, we just moved up one person. The fuck do they expect people with limited lunch breaks to do?"
"Go somewhere else I suppose." Yuna said lightly as many people had already left the line. It meant they were closer to the front of the line but meant the place was losing money. "Don't think she will have a job much longer."
"Probably not. Maybe she just needs a good yellin' at." Logan shrugged a shoulder. There was a reason he was self-employed and didn't have any employees. He'd kill the first person that damaged a motorcycle.
"Or some proper training," she added as a possibility. There were a lot of people that didn't get taught the right way but it was most likely a fail on their part. "Any other good places near here or do you recommend staying and waiting?" She wasn't too familiar with the area.
“Sometimes it’s the teacher’s fault,” Logan agreed. Not always, not even frequently, but that was a truth. He looked up at the menu, then ran a hand through his dark hair. “Come on, darlin’, I hope you like Mexican.”
"I don't mind it." She told him as she stuffed her hands into her pockets. Not like they were getting any service there, not anytime soon anyhow. Besides Mexican didn't sound all that bad.
“Follow me, there’s a place down the street.” Logan turned and left the shop without saying anything else. “You wanna walk, or we can take my bike.” He gestured at a Harley.
Yuna nodded and followed Logan out of the slow and crowded café. “Walking is fine unless you want to ride.” It didn’t matter to her as she wasn’t picky. She was used to being on her feet so walking was alright.
“Lets walk. It’s not like there’s ice on the sidewalk or something.” He stuffed his hands in his jeans, and started down the sidewalk. “I’m Logan.”
“I am not sure I could live with snow. I think I’ve seen it once,” being raised in Hawaii was not exactly ideal for seeing snow. “Yuna, nice to meet you.” Told hold him with an easy smile.
“Nice meetin’ you. I sometimes have a hard time not seein’ snow. Born in Canada, land of snow and hockey.”
Yuna nodded in agreement. It was always nice to meet new people. “Canada, huh? Where about?” It really was a typical question she thought. “I cannot say I’ve been there but I have seen a hockey game or two here and there.”
“Western part, up in the Rockies.” He nodded his head as if to indicate the general directions, even though that was patently ridiculous.
"Ah, okay." Yuna said as she didn't know much more than what she saw in travel books it wasn't somewhere she had actually been. "I hear they have good skiing up there."
“Yep.” Logan nodded his head. Skiing wasn’t something he did often, but it was pretty good up there. His idea of outdoor sports involved killing and eating things
For a moment Yuna walked in silence not sure what else she could talk about. Her conversations usually involved blood, vomit and other bodily fluids. “So hm...” She stumbled for a moment. “What do you do for a living?” Boring but yeah.
“Motorcycle mechanic. You?” He thought he could smell blood, but he wasn’t sure. His nose had been doing weird things lately, and it was better to not guess or assume.
That made since. His bike had looked pretty well cared for. “Nurse at the hospital up the street. Just got back though from doing volunteer work in Africa.” What could she say? She was one of those.
“Huh. Nice.” Logan nodded his head. “Worked alongside some folks like you when I was in the army. Got a lot of respect for what you do.”
“It is the army people that need to be respected more than us,” she pointed out but she appreciated that someone acknowledged the work that was being done. “We take too much time to admire the athletes and the performers these days and forget about what really matters.”
“Army people kill, they don’t save lives most of the time,” Logan pointed out. “Healin’ is what matters.” And after his dreams, he believed that even more.
"We shouldn't have to kill anyone but sometimes its necessary," though she wished it wasn't. "This the place?" She asked as they approached a quaint building that smelled quite good even from the outside.
“Yep.” He nodded his head towards the door, then held it for her, in sharp contrast to his gruff exterior.
"Thanks." She told him as she slipped past him and into the tiny restaurant. "So have a favorite here too?"
“The fajitas.” He nodded towards the menu. “Worth it.”
"Guessing I am not going to get pineapples here," she joked lightly. Nothing beat the coffee or fresh fruit of the islands. Though in Africa it had been mostly froze garbage at meals.
"Pineapples and fajitas. That's an idea." Logan found a table, going so far as to pull the chair out for her. "Want the spicey menu?"
“Thanks.” Spicy? Well why not? “Sure I’ll give it a try. I might surprise you.” She might surprise herself too.
Logan grinned, and picked up the menu, handing it over. He already knew what he wanted. Some of the best fajitas he’d ever had! “Good luck.”
Yuna shrugged and glanced at the menu deciding she was just going to take her chances and order the second thing on the menu because she never ordered the first thing, just something she did. “Hopefully my random guessing will not come back and haunt me.”
"If it does, I'm sorry." Logan didn't look that sorry. In fact he looked amused at what she'd ordered.
Yuna pursed her lips as her face twisted into one of non-believing. “Yeah, I think you’re real sorry.” Truth was she would probably end up laughing at herself too.
The food arrived, and it turned out that Yuna had ordered some kind of spicy concoction that seemed to be designed for someone with an iron stomach. Logan laughed.
“Sure you don’t want to try it?” She asked with a challenging smile as she reached for her fork. Yes, she was at least going to try it. Her pride wouldn’t allow otherwise.
“Had it before. Not spicey enough,” Logan said, as he started to dig into his fajitas. Mostly he wanted to be able to taste them before he burned his tastebuds off.
"Oh like your stuff extra spicy huh?" She couldn't help but ask.
“Sometimes. Depends on the shit. Right now I want to taste my food.” He grinned at her between bites.
She shrugged and worked on the plate before her. Yes it was spicy but it wasn't all that bad. It wa tolerable but it probably wasn't something she'd order again. "A fair reason to avoid it."
“Next time, try the fajitas.” Logan nodded at her.
“Alright alright, next time I will try the fajitas.” Yuna said conceding a bit.
“Good.” Logan nodded his head, as if to say that was that. He dug back into his food, and ate in silence until it was done.