Quick Drink with Catheryn //-Chris Evans-//

[Catheryn Alaina O'Bryan]

Catheryn walked into the Muse with a gentle, sheepish smile to everyone who acompanied the building. The fresh aroma of baked bread, and bacon stained the room with a mouth-drooling fragrant. The bright lights, blinded her eyes; but now getting somewhat adjusted. Outside had a wind chill, and snowy gaze, the sky being an ash tint yet fluffed clouds were dotted among it. The place was practically empty; ignoring the few who were just about done. In a slow pace she sat in a near by booth, with a great window scene. Snugging herself into the comfy seats she pulled out her 'Seventeen' magizine issue from the multi-colored tan and pink Roxy, slung purse; that had recently been bought. Although she doubted she'd even get time to read; considering she was drinched in thoughts.

Breaking her daze, a odd looking waitress addressed her to see if she was ready to order. Thinkingly she nodded with a brisk smile then turned back to a normal face gesture. "Um, just a coffee, and blueberry muffin for now please." she requested. "Alright hun" the waitress assured showing her name tag with the name 'Alyssa' bordered into it. As she walked away, Catheryn's eyes gazed back onto the issue with full thought.

Hanging from her shoulders was her pink scarf that complemented her light pink cheeks and glossed lips. Dressed warmly, and comfortable; she wore a tight brown, Abercrombie long sleeve reaching down alittle past her hips, and a loosely clung white, half-zipped sweatshirt that had the words "Hollister" across the chest with the words 'New York' underneath it, although all of this layered around her small biuilt torso. Wrapted on her size zero legs were..ripped and destroyed, light denim jeans, slightly covered at tips by tan ugg boots.

She drummed her nails agaisnt the table out of habit, not knowing of what she was doing. Maybe just alittle too into the issue.

[Chris Evans]

Hoisting his tall frame off his motorbike, the male removed his helmet, safely tucking it under the crook of his left arm. Extending his free, gloved hand, he lightly pushed at the doors, instantaneously stepping through them. The inside's warmth was a definite welcome from the cold outside, even though he mostly enjoyed this sort of weather. It was a miracle he was awake at this hour on a non-working day, but Kendra had thought it necessary to come jump on his bed so as to tell him goodbye. Kent was taking her to Rhode Island for a couple days, so as to visit a couple relatives. And since Chris was up, he figured he could at least get a decent breakfast. He wasn't the world's greatest chef, and a break from mere cereal or toast seemed just about right.

Brushing the snow which had accumulated atop his head during his short walk to the building's front doors, he briefly scanned the interior through blue-grey eyes, searching for someplace to sit. He usually ate his breakfast alone, so he wasn't looking for anyone familiar to enjoy it with. Finding a suitable place near a window, he fitted himself within the booth and set his helmet beside him on the seat, only just then realizing that he'd never been to the Muse so early. It seemed strange, being as no one was out on the floor dancing or taking a drink from the bar. Well, he was disregarding the drunken regulars, who seemed to have a permanent home upon one of the stools.

Telling the waitress what he wanted once she'd appeared, he turned his head to look out the window, listening to the clicking of her heels as she walked away to fill the order. It was way too early, well to him, since he'd been sleeping in for the past few days. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he longed for a cup of coffee, but knew the woman would be bringing it shortly. He'd asked for it before his meal, being as if he didn't get a caffeine fix, he'd probably end up with his face in his meal. Embarrassing, if he was one to care what people may think.

Setting his face in his hands, he gently shook his faded blue jean covered legs. There wasn't much to his attire, other than the black tee shirt which semi-clung to his torso and covered the waist of his jeans. The final component was a motorcycle jacket of the same color, but he'd shrugged out of that upon sitting down.
Re-opening his eyes, though keeping his chin on his upturned fists, his gaze made contact with that chick from the park. Catheryn. She seemed absorbed in something or another, so he figured he wouldn't be disturbing her.

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