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who: lian & @dcwnfalls where: sunrise café
lian slid in to her seat with practiced ease , "so ," she started , as if they were in the middle of a conversation and she was merely moving it forward. "do you think that i could convince you to go out with me this weekend ?" kaya batted their eyes in an exaggerated display of affection. she took a sip of tea , smiling happily as chamomile and lavender spread across her tongue. "i know you probably have a lot of work to get through , but i personally think we deserve an evening without worries and a lot of dancing."
who: lian & @amadoures where: coral cove park
ever since lian moved to coral cove , she'd taken to live her instagram worthy life. a quick morning run before stopping in the park to read a book. well , most days they skipped the run and got to the park by noon. but it was close. now that spring was aiming for summer it was just so peaceful to spend the weekends sitting in the sun. "hiya ," they greeted happily as a friend came into view. "do you wanna join me ? it's such a nice day."
lian bounced into the book nook after her shift , ready to visit a friend and cause some mischief. she watched him talk to a customer , who nearly spooked the poor boy half to death , and navigate their questions with ease. lian was almost , almost , envious with how at home jasper looked in the space , between the tall shelves and thousands of unbroken spines. once jasper was finished she eagerly jumping on their friend where they were hiding behind the counter. "hi , pookie ! don't you sound proper ," they cooed , looking into the big doe eyes that always looked like they knew too much. "i almost considered buying the books you were talking about , just because of your sales skills."
「 ✱ 」 STATUS ﹕ open . 「 ✱ 」 LOCATION ﹕ the book nook . 「 ✱ 」 WITH ﹕ jasper & open ( @palmviewstarters )
it was a quiet day at the bookstore, with only the sighs of worn pages to keep jasper company, and so he softly hummed to himself as he sorted through the new arrivals. romance, mythological retellings, dusty vintage classics. piles towered over the timid boy that cast wobbling shadows over his features. the shuffle of company brought him from his trance. an elbow nudged the leaning tower of thrillers, and in a moment jasper’s arms were filled with cascading novellas threatening to spill. “hey ! sorry, one second … ” paperbacks were shrugged onto the counter with a limp plop. breathless, they attempted to fix a strand of unruly brunette which promptly pinged back into its clumsy position. the ends of their fingers were inky from refilling the receipt printer and they smeared a long black mark across their forehead. “are you looking for something particular today ? we have the right book for everybody.”