|
Post by Roman Avery on Apr 6, 2007 5:37:07 GMT 7
Winter never seems to end, does it? No Sir. The air still held a crisp, clean smell, one that defined winter and all the cold that was involved. The wind had died down a considerable amount though, so Roman was quite glad about that. It meant more time outside, and more motivation to exercise and move around a bit. Roman wasn't the kind of guy that liked being cooped up for too long, which explained the fact that he was always on the move. Stopping for too long frustrated him, and sent his mind out of focus. Considering the slightly warmer weather, a warm liquid was on his mind. Coffee was just the kind of drink you could have anytime, at least for him.
Steps quickened as he approached the small coffee shop, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. Shoulders were broad, so his body was forced to twist to keep him from bumping into any of the passing people. He moved toward the door to Coffee Bean, stepping inside.
The scent of fresh ground beverages engulfed his figure, the yearning for such a liquid only growing. The line was on the longer side today, but he reluctantly joined the group. The people behind the counter were moving slower than usual, as the line never moved more than possibly a person every five minutes. Roman grew more restless the more he stood still, and found himself shifting weight constantly. A hand ran through his tousled dirty blond hair, coming down to trace a line across his jaw. A small amount of stubble had formed, but not enough to where it looked any different from his normal appearance.
By the time it was Roman's turn to order, he had picked out about five possible drinks, then ordered them according to the days he'd be here next. Finally ordering a simple coffee, nothing special about it. Eyes shifted around the area, settling at an empty table. He set the cup down, slouching a bit in his chair, and taking out a People magazine. Roman had found an article of interest, and decided to take it along that day. Sipping every so often, he let his eyes wander over the pages, reading every so often when something caught his attention.
{{ I'm awful at intro posts. Sorry. }}
|
|
|
Post by Roman Avery on Apr 7, 2007 21:17:42 GMT 7
Normally Roman only came to Coffee Bean in his spare time, because it was further for him to drive from the dorms before classes. But today he was completely free, and planned on spending as much of his time not focused on schoolwork. He had his pick of most anything, but was leaning more toward heading to the basketball courts for the day. If he did that he’d have to go back and change his clothes, so the thought was still in the process of being pondered upon. Roman parted his gaze from the magazine to look out the window, watching the people pass by. If it was one thing anyone remembered about Roman was the fact that he was easily occupied with anything, and remembered everything. In three years he could tell you exactly what you wore on a certain day, no matter if he knew you or not.
Eyes drifted to the line, still surprised that it was that long. Coffee Bean usually had shorter lines than Starbucks, which is why he came here. If he didn’t feel like waiting or driving he eventually gave up and made his own. As you might be able to tell, he’s not the most patient person in the world. Fingers flipped ahead to another article, glancing up as he heard footsteps approaching his table, smiling gently as she spoke. “Sure,” He replied, pushing the chair out with his foot. He closed the magazine, setting it aside.
He could feel her eyes on him, drifting down to the small about of hair accumulating on his chin and jaw. A hand moved upward, fingers resting on his chin. If you had even seen Roman’s father, and then met Roman (or vice versa) then you’d most definitely mix the two up. They had completely different personalities, obviously, but they looked identical nonetheless.
As the other girl took a look at her watch he did the same, taking another sip of his coffee. Realizing that he’d failed to tell her his name, he took it upon himself to make up for it. “I’m Roman, by the way,” He said, extending a hand in her direction. His own voice surprised him a bit, for he never spoke with a southern accent unless he was tired. The ‘Northern accent’ was slightly forced on his part, for he lived in Miami all his life. It was somewhat hard to break habits that you were born into, but he managed to slip by.
|
|