<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/de/46/00/de460000d103b2a84c5891d8aeb1819e.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Wyatt Colton Faulkner (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12370769#msg12370769)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>St. Cloud, Minnesota | I-Hop | January 2014 | 11:30 p.m.<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Silky Levres (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12373275#msg12373275)<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Another day, Another dollar<br/><hr/><br/>Wyatt neglected to abide by the cardinal rule of socialization, the one which made it abundantly clear that it was bad practice, considered rude and sometimes creepy, to stare at people. He could not help it though. Watching her fix the coffee up to her personal standards of acceptability reminded him of that infamous scene from the Men in Black, the movie with Tommy Lee Jones and Will Smith in it.<br/><br/>It was the scene where the antagonist, a giant alien insect, kept pouring more and more sugar into his waiting mug while his shocked human wife stared wide-eyed in silence at him. He grimaced noticeably when she brought the lumpy concoction, which looked like a failed Harry Potter potion experiment, to her mouth and swallowed it with enthusiasm. The speed in which she gulped the hot contents lead him to believe she thought someone might try and interrupt her.<br/><br/>“Umm.” He struggled with the ability to speak little more than grunts and other incomprehensible noises until he recovered enough of his senses to speak actual English. “We offer free refills. You don’t n-need to rush.” And potentially burn your mouth. “Not like there’s a long line out the door waiting for tables.”<br/><br/><em>Silky.</em><br/><br/>Wyatt smiled when Silky was kind enough to offer him her first name; not everyone did that, figuring they did not need to extend the same free courtesy to their servers. It did not bother him that the one she provided was not her actual name. The thought, behind the action, held the most worth to him. Consequently, his stutter became less prominent in his voice as his anxiety about being around her lessened to a more manageable level.<br/><br/>“I can get you one of those take home cups if you’re interested.” It was only after he made the offer did he realize how she might interpret it, probably thinking it was his subtle way of suggesting she was not wanted in the restaurant. “I mean, only when you’re tired of h-h-hanging out in this dump. I don’t care if you stick around. Stay as long as you want. Gives me something to do other than s-stare at my phone.”<br/><br/>Wyatt realized he was rambling but he could not stop himself despite his best intentions to shut up and walk away. “Internet is really slow here. Don’t get much of a signal. Most of the time, I’m just watching the bar load. Can’t really complain though since it’s free.”<br/><br/><em>Do you live around here?</em><br/><br/>He shoved his hands into his pockets and lightly chewed the inside of his cheek. Luckily, Silky saved him from himself when she decided to participate in his mostly one-sided conversation. Her choice of question caught him off-guard though. Still, Wyatt answered her even though he could not figure out why it mattered to her. “Not really. Well, it isn’t too far off. Ten minute ride by bus. I used to walk here but winter snipped that in a bud.”<br/><br/><em>I'm here because... um, a work thing.</em><br/><br/>“Where do you work?” The invasive question slipped from his mouth before he could stop himself. There was no calling it back though. Lifting his hand, he scratched the back of his neck. “Depends on what you like excitement-wise. There are a few decent museums and food places around. To be honest, St. Cloud isn’t really the type of place you come to if you’re looking for something extraordinary to do.  Do you move around a lot, you know, for your job?”<br/>