Café, Waiting, Love 。( ` he feels terrible. truly awful and he’s a little angry with himself because he’d forgotten his handkerchief in another suit jacket pocket. but that’s probably for the best. it has something inhuman growing along it’s edges and one dab at her eyes and she’d probably lose half her face. instead he reaches over and gives his best comforting pat on the shoulder. it’s not much but it’s all that can be offered in way of physical intimacy short of reaching over the counter and forcing her into a hug ) I’m really truly sorry to have to be the one to bring you such news. I’ll make this brief. ( ` he sits himself down at the table, and he’s backing to eating his cereal, only because it helps him think ) Did she ever mention anything strange to you? Involved in cults? Hearing voices? Little gray men walking around her apartment in the middle of the night?
“No, no it’s fine. I didn’t cry okay?” [’ She took in another deep breath and gently backed away from his hug while she gave him a adamant stare, or tried to. Tina hated crying in front of people, especially people she didn’t know. Although it may seem stupidly impossible in the eyes of others, she wanted to appear strong. In a way, she was. After losing her parents, loss was something she was most familiar with, and this was not any different.]
[’ She took a seat opposite from him and began to recollect her memories ] Hmm… Not particularly. But she did mention that during the night shuffling noises disturbed her sleep. However, she only passed it off as a joke saying that it was probably from watching too many horror movies recently. [’ The question was as weird as the fact that he was holding around his cereal bowl, but she decided not to question him for the moment ]
NAME: Tina Tamashiro
