|
Post by Perry Jasper Johnson on Jul 23, 2008 18:43:55 GMT -5
“I actually, um, work for myself. So I make my own hours,” P.J. replied a bit sheepishly. The easiest lies to create were the ones based on true. All he had to say he was a freelance writer. It wasn’t all that far from the truth. While doing his stories on the Oceanic flight 815 survivors, he was getting plenty of leeway on what he did during work hours just so long as he had a story to hand in at the end of the day.
“And as for how long it will take us to get there...” Taking a few more steps he stopped at a small building and pulled the door open, holding it for Emma to pass through. “About that long.”
|
|
|
Post by emma on Jul 23, 2008 19:10:26 GMT -5
Emma wondered what kind of job he did which made him work for himself, what ever it was she wished she had some of that, it would be so cool to make your own hours for working she thought. Not many jobs out there where you can work any hours you liked.
"Well now that wasn't so long at all was it?" Emma said brightly and smiled as he held the door open for her. "Thank you" she said walking in and wondering if it were self service or waitress service. She looked around absent minded not sure whether to take a seat or go to the counter.
Looking at Jasper she thought she would ask, as she didn't want to appear stupid which ever she decided to do. "This self service or waitress service do you know?" she asked kindly. She wasn't used to places like this, so she had no clue.
|
|
|
Post by Perry Jasper Johnson on Jul 24, 2008 19:35:14 GMT -5
Holding the door open for her, P.J. let his eyes drift downward only to be disappointed that her baggy sweater obscured his view of her ass. Why did some women insist on looking like slobs, especially when they were hiding a hot body underneath? If you got it, flaunt it, that’s what Perry always thought. Those were the women he was attracted to.
Unlike Joan. When it came to Joan, the baggier the clothes the better. He should have gone for the hot redheaded maid, but he’d heard stories about her and she was one scary chick. Completely crazy. Knowing his luck she’d find out he was using her and murder him.
Rising star journalist Perry Jasper Johnson was found dead in a room at the Roosevelt Hotel, an apparent toilet brush accident in which he impaled himself on the object seven times. More to follow after the weather.
At Emma’s question, Perry looked around quickly. He’d never been there before, but there were two people already at the counter so he made a quick assumption. “We order at the counter,” he said smoothly. “What would you like? If you want to find us a table, I’ll get the coffees.”
|
|
|
Post by emma on Jul 24, 2008 20:05:51 GMT -5
Emma felt so out of her depth in this coffee house, looking around waiting for Jasper to tell her whether it was waitress service or self service. She just wished she could about turn and go to the nearest Starbucks stall and sit on a bench and drink a coffee like that instead.
She also wished she hadn't been dressed quite so inappropriately as well. Literally bumping into a cute guy and having them see you like a monster covered in chunky gear. Then she wondered why she was worrying anyway, she didn't do guys, not like that anyway. Well maybe one day, if one were to sweep her off her feet without her realising it, but right now, guys were just fun to her. Drink beer and play cards and talk about football.
"Ah, alright, that's cool" Emma replied when he said they ordered at the counter, although she probably could have worked that out had she seen the people in front of her.
When he asked what she would like, she was running a few things around in her mind, none of them very good, most of them pretty naughty, but just as she was about to say what she really wanted, he told her to take a seat and he'd get the coffees. So he'd been reading her mind, bloody hell she thought, what else had he read.
"Well that's clever Jasper" Emma began with a mischievous smile on her face, "First you asked me what I wanted, and I didn't even have to tell you" she continued, "You reading my mind? Because seriously it's a dangerous mind to read, the thoughts I had running through my mind, I sure hope you didn't read anything other than the coffee?" she said trying to keep a straight face, but failed and burst into laughter.
Then realised how loud she was laughing, and the coffee shop had gone silent, and she stood looking around, and chewing on the inside of her cheek and stood shifting from foot to foot, with her head hanging low. "I'll get us a table" she said quietly to Jasper as she made for one as far away from everybody else as possible.
|
|