Small College Town Cafe meetups (Open)
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				Title: <strong>Small College Town Cafe meetups (Open)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ezuriel the Moth</strong> on <strong>11-04-2018, 03:39:05</strong>
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				((Twins! modern earth world seeking anyone! Open Roleplay!))<br><br>The cafe was a small one, in a small college town, so the main customers were local regulars and students. But there was one girl there whom no one recognized. She had a slight, slender slip of a figure and was flat as a board. She had coordinated her outfit very well, though, and it did everything for her appearance. Eyes of others travelled up and down her form, taking in brown low heeled shoes, brown and cream pinstripe tights, a cocoa pleated skirt with matching suspenders, and a shirt the color of the latte she was enjoying, a little bit of foam on her lip as she focused on a sketchbook in front of her. <br><br>Dark red brown hair fell just so, just enough of it to cover her ears with soft looking curls. She wore a round pair of glasses, of a plain cream color. A cocoa beret completed the outfit.&nbsp; Everything about her was coordinated, calculated, tasteful. Her outfit even matched her freckles, in a dash across her cheeks like a constellation in the sky. <br><br>“Hot pecan cinnamon bagel for Selenne Irwin!” Came the call from the counter. The beauty put her pencil down and stood, walking with grace to collect her breakfast. “Cream cheese with that, ma’am?” The barista asked. <br><br>She gave a quick nod. The barista handed her a couple little plastic cups of cream cheese and she returned to her seat with the plate and a knife. She went right back to sketching. For anyone who was standing, or sitting tall enough, they would see that she was designing a ring. Aaah, a jewelry designer? She must be loaded. Maybe not if she was just starting out, or still in school or something, but if it was a family business or something of the like, then she would be well off to say the least. She seemed a bit young to be an entrepreneur though. College age at the most. <br><br>She laid down her pencil, and started on her bagel, carefully and evenly spreading the cream cheese before she took a bite. She ate so daintily, so politely, but quickly. She finished the first half of the bagel in one minute flat. Then she went back to sketching for a couple minutes, sipping on her latte. More foam got on her lip. She dabbed at it with her napkin. <br><br>She repeated the cycle until her latte and bagel were finished. She sketched for a few more minutes, then looked at the sketch for a few more minutes, then packed everything up. She slung a briefcase over her shoulder. <br><br>She looked around, still standing, at first curiously, then worriedly. Then to the door as the bell hanging above it jingled to announce a new customer. The new customer was a girl near the brunette’s age, maybe the same age. They looked identical, except for the new girl had long blonde hair and different clothes. She wore a white sundress and brown greek sandals and had a loose white knit hat. She carried a painted canvas tote. She yawned.<br><br>When she caught sight of the designer, she squealed and ran to her, hugging her around the neck. “Se-Se!”<br><br>“Se-Se” hugged back, giggling. “Jo-Jo!” She squealed in return. “You're late!” <br><br>“I'm sorry. I fell asleep with my phone in my hand. I was gonna text you back I swear! You know how I get.” Other customers didn't mean to eavesdrop, but with how loud the blonde one was it was far too easy to hear everything she said. <br><br>“Aren't you supposed to get a sleep study done?” <br><br>“Yeah, but I dunno what it would help. I already know what's wrong with me.” Jo-Jo sighed, sitting down across from her presumed-to-be sister. <br><br>“I'm not a doctor but maybe there's something they can give you for it. You should still go. Insurance covers it so you might as well. Anyway, you have to spill some details. Go get yourself some coffee so you don't fall asleep on me here, too.” she pulled out a wallet from her bag.<br><br>“Oh you don't have to pay, Se-Se. I got a credit card from the college.”<br><br>“Joanne Irwin that is for school supplies! Not coffee!” Selenne scolded, digging through her own wallet still. “As the big sister it is my job and my pleasure to get you coffee.”<br><br>“Big sister? Please. Bigger by seven minutes.” <br><br>“Seven minutes older. Seven minutes wiser. Now go and get you a double espresso. Courtesy of Seven Minutes Selenne.” Selenne smirked, her viridian eyes warm even through her teasing. “And get me another while you're up there. Cold brewed black.” <br><br>Joanne stood and went to the counter, leaving Selenne at the table on her own. <br>
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