Graeme sat at the table in the small coffee shop with his hands around his mug, staring down into the tawny colored liquid as he stirred it with his spoon, watching it spin like a whirlpool. He probably hadn't stopped stirring since he had gotten his drink. It was already his second cup of coffee, because he had gotten there so early. It wasn't like he had forgotten what time he was supposed to meet her or anything, but he just wanted to be ready. He felt like he was getting ready to go into some sort of audition or something, where he needed to memorize his lines and repeat them back just so or else he wouldn't get the part. He just wanted to make things right with her, and he knew that he had a tendancy to say the wrong things, and do the wrong things when it came to Joy, so...he wanted to make sure he knew what he wanted to say to her before he just went rambling on like he usually did. That never ended well.
He brought the cup up to his lips and tilted it back to get a sip, looking over the rim of the mug to catch site of the blonde who was walking through the door, making the little bell jingle to let the waitress know someone else was here and they needed to be seated. God, he hated that little bell...the Diner used to have one before he 'accidently' broke it after the 4th day.
He swallowed the warm liquid and shifted in his seat before he rose to his feet, waiting for her to make her way over to him. His fingers fidgeted at his side before he just slid them into his jeans, his mouth curving into a small and somewhat nervous smirk as he looked down at her once she was at the table. "Hi. Uh, I...here." He pulled out her seat and had her get situated before he took a seat of his own at the other side. He hadn't seen her in so long. The last time he had actually seen her, she was in a hospital bed right after giving birth. "So...you look good. Not that you didn't before, but it's a new kind of good...or, well, an old kind of good maybe because the other good was kind of the new kind, but...you look good." He mentally kicked himself and took a sip of his coffee.
Oh, after that he was really glad that he had rehearsed the important stuff.
He brought the cup up to his lips and tilted it back to get a sip, looking over the rim of the mug to catch site of the blonde who was walking through the door, making the little bell jingle to let the waitress know someone else was here and they needed to be seated. God, he hated that little bell...the Diner used to have one before he 'accidently' broke it after the 4th day.
He swallowed the warm liquid and shifted in his seat before he rose to his feet, waiting for her to make her way over to him. His fingers fidgeted at his side before he just slid them into his jeans, his mouth curving into a small and somewhat nervous smirk as he looked down at her once she was at the table. "Hi. Uh, I...here." He pulled out her seat and had her get situated before he took a seat of his own at the other side. He hadn't seen her in so long. The last time he had actually seen her, she was in a hospital bed right after giving birth. "So...you look good. Not that you didn't before, but it's a new kind of good...or, well, an old kind of good maybe because the other good was kind of the new kind, but...you look good." He mentally kicked himself and took a sip of his coffee.
Oh, after that he was really glad that he had rehearsed the important stuff.
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