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jmmykim:

“The most expensive item on this menu is…” Jimmy glanced down at the laminated sheet in front of him and saw the smoked salmon and bagels for a whopping $16. “…is not anything worth having.” He pushed the menu away and grinned at her. “Those five servings of fries though, now we’re talking!” He gestured for the waitress and relayed his order, cutting the five servings down to two. “We’ll start slow, work our way up to five.” He winked at Amira and slid into the open seat at her table, glancing down at the crossword puzzle still in her hand. “So now that we’ve given up on the crossword, can you keep me company?”

“That’s a damn shame. I was so ready to throw my money away,” she lamented, neatly folding the newspaper before tossing it to the furthest corner of the table. She wouldn’t be needing it for entertainment any longer. “You have truly saved me. The salad,” her voice grew lower, “is not very good. I’m not sure why that would be surprising.” Things had clearly taken a turn for the better and Amira could only thank her lucky stars Jimmy had decided to waltz in. “Yes, I would like that very much. Someone’s gotta help me get through all those fries, right?” Her head tilted to the side, her smile growing warmer. “What’s going on with you?” 

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maxantcnio:

Max had been focused mostly on his cell phone, bidding on a retro Talking Heads shirt on Ebay. The café was where he often went to do anything that required concentration, because his roommates had a tendency to be rowdy and sometimes, he needed to focus all his attention on the task at hand. At the sudden interruption, he glanced up over the plastic rim of his glasses, eyes narrowing in thought. Vocabulary definitely was something he could work on. “Precipitation?”

The insistent tapping of the pen against the table finally stopped and Amira nodded slowly, her eyes lighting up. “I think you’re right. Precipitation fits,” she informed while writing down the word she’d so desperately needed to figure out. “Thank you. I promised myself I would finish this without Googling anything. Then again, asking for help might also be considered to be cheating. Who knows. Anyway, thank you.”

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cecilyh:

                     “Precipitation.” The answer comes out clearly as the other straightens herself out. “The word you’re looking for is precipitation.” Brown locks settle over her shoulder as she leans on her elbow to look at the other. “How far have you gotten?”

Amira repeated the word carefully, clearly counting the letters in her head. “Precipitation! Of course it’s precipitation. You’ve saved me,” she rejoiced with more theatrics than was necessary. “I’m actually getting close to finishing this. That’s a first. You, though, you seem like the sort of person who would excel at puzzle games. Am I right to assume that?” 

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cassholte:

      honestly, cassie was only still here because amira was  good  company  whilst       she was attempting to do half-assed car troubleshooting research.  her  focus       is translated in the softest whispers she mumbles, trying her best to figure out       what the hell half of these weirdos  on  reddit  were  talking about. so cass did        her own thing, and amira did hers. 

          “who the fuck are you, scargt720? shut the fuck up.”

      her own  pointed little observation distracts her from what her friend had been        asking, or saying – she snaps that focus in half and toward amira. 

            “whacha’ say? missed it.”

Amira shook her head, pointedly pushing the newspaper to the side as if its presence was suddenly entirely unwanted. “Never mind that. Your thing sounds way more interesting,” she commented. “What sort of nonsense is scargt720 spouting?” Truth be told, she was getting tired of the cursed crossword and would gladly discuss anything else. Sure, getting back to work was also an option but that particular idea didn’t appeal to her in the slightest. Her current project was painfully simple and not time-sensitive enough for her sensibilities. 

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hvdsonm:

hudson lifted her coffee to her lips, eyes flicking over the clientele. she had only gotten three hours of sleep and was about to have to go to work. she looked up as the other woman spoke, a small smile slipping onto her lips, “did you do yesterday’s? i couldn’t get sixteen across for the life of me.” she didn’t admit it often, but when she got bored at work, the newspaper’s crossword puzzle always proved to be a good distraction 

Amira nodded along, pen still tapping against the table. “I did have a look at it but I didn’t get very far. Had to get back to work,” she admitted, “which is what I should be doing now.” She glanced at the laptop next to her, her smile slightly sheepish. “The crossword, however, is proving way more challenging. I thought I could do with a challenge. Are you a regular puzzle-solver?” 

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mxgnolias:

Maggie tried to keep her smile under wraps as the fellow girl mercilessly teased whatever the man’s name was. “Wow, lots of thought put into that answer. If this was a dating show, I would definitely be giving you the rose. Sorry, Oscar, but we’re in love!”  She slung her arm around Amira, nodding in conformation. “Yeah, the thing. Our date, right? Smell you later, Oscar,” she joked as the two trotted off away from him. “I can’t thank you enough. Can I buy you a drink in thanks?”

Glad she had made the right decision, Amira quickly glanced at the Oscar character and followed Maggie without another word. He would undoubtedly move on to the next girl, eager to heal his wounded ego. “Hey, no sweat. Getting stuck with a boring guy who can’t take the hint is brutal as hell. A drink would be nice, though.” Her brows crept up, smile turning cheeky. “So, not into the idea of becoming the missus of a soup tycoon, are you?” 

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ncragal:

up at the counter with a coffee and a croissant about as big as her head - damned carbs always found their way into her system - nora looked up at the sound of a voice, setting her phone down and frowning. “rainfall…” holding up her phone quizzically, she offered a sly grin. “i can just look it up for you if you want? might be a little easier.” she never did crosswords, her vocabulary just wasn’t at that level quite yet. when she did, she tended to look things up so much that it was more like google was doing the whole thing for her.  

Amira pursed her lips together, wondering whether she should accept the help. It was highly unlikely she would be hit by an epiphany - those rarely happened - but a part of her really wanted to finish the damned thing without internet. “No, no need. I think I’ll have to give it another go, try and solve the words around it. Thanks, though. Who knows, I might end up doing a quick Google despite my best efforts,” she admitted with a short laugh as her gaze drifted to the croissant. “Why on earth did I get a salad in a place that sells those? You’ve made the right choice, you know.”

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alexjamcs:

Sitting at one of the table with his laptop and on headphone in his ear as he scrolled through his music things he could hear the girl trying to do the crossword puzzle. He had a tea sitting right by his computer as he wrote down a few stuff, his phone open as he texted the babysitter he had for a few hours. He soon heard the small voice speak and he was furrowing his eyebrows as he let out a small laugh. “Precipitation?” He asked she couldn’t have been asking him, but he still answered for her.

“Precipitation! Of course. Thank you,” Amira chimed, positively elated; she was well aware she would’ve truly struggled to without any outside assistance. “I couldn’t have done it without you, kind stranger.” She regarded him for a moment before returning to her crossword, writing down the few words she could now guess with relative ease. “Thank you. Have you tried doing these? I bet you’d get through them in no time. That’s a skill of sorts.”  

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jmmykim:

“Shower… Shower storm?” Jimmy scrunched his nose, straining his neck over Amira’s shoulder to see the crossword puzzle. “Nah, that’s not a word, good guess though,” he said, complementing himself. “You’re so caught up in that crossword puzzle you didn’t even see me sit down next to you,” Jimmy said, holding his chest in mock horror. “That hurts, Amira. Almost as much as that salad hurts me. You come to a diner known for greasy food and amazing breakfast and get a salad? Your life is better than a salad.”

Amira sighed, rolling her eyes in a dramatic manner as she placed the pencil on the table. She wouldn’t be finishing the puzzle anytime soon. “While I appreciate the input, I don’t think either of us are particularly good at leisurely word games. What a bummer.” Her full brows shot up as Jimmy mentioned how she had failed to notice him. The corners of her mouth twitched. “I am terribly sorry. What’s the most expensive item on the menu? Would you forgive me if I bought you whatever that is?” The gesture would’ve undoubtedly been more impressive in a place that wasn’t quite so reasonably priced. “I need to uphold the illusion that I have my life together. Ordering a salad when I wanted five servings of fries seemed like a good way to go about it.”

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jolcnes:

A small huff came from jo’s parted lips as she balanced three plates on her slender arm. despite having worked in the food industry for a couple years now, this never seemed to get any easier. “behind!” she called as she wormed her way carefully past one of her coworkers as she filled up a customers coffee at the diner’s bar. placing the plates down as gracefully as possible at one of the booths she turned let out a triumph giggle, she had gone all day without a spill or break… a new record for her. she was clumsy, she couldn’t help it. “is that all i can get for ya’?” she turned her attention to the face before her before discreetly checking the clock out of the corner of her eye. her shift was over any minute now and she couldn’t wait to get the mustard stained and greasy smelling clothes off her body.

Well aware she would have never been able to carry more than two - small, perhaps empty - plates without destroying something, Amira watched intently as Jo did her job with way more grace then she could’ve ever mustered. It really was quite impressive in a way. “Good job,” she commented once the plates were placed on the table, now realizing she had been holding her breath. How embarrassing. “Have you seen pictures of those waitresses who somehow manage to carry all these massive pints of beer without spilling any of them? That must be a superpower of some sort.” Amira shook her head slowly, struggling to understand how a fellow human being could master such a skill. “That’s all. Thank you. Ending your shift soon?” 

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mxgnolias:

The girl was reluctantly holding court with a gaggle of suitors at the bar counter, every single of of them drinking in the girl’s dark hair set against the pale skin of her face. “Wait! Over here,” she dripped out in a light southern accent, waving to a friend, desperate for anyone to save her from having to listen to the guy beside her. He was currently explaining to her how his family processed soup at their soup factory. “Come meet - was is Oscar? Wait no! Ryan. But I’m calling you Oscar, it’s much more exciting. Oscar here was just telling me all about his sweet soup money,” she explained. “If you could be a tycoon, what kind of tycoon would you be? Soup tycoon is so dull,” she rambled, blue eyes serving her companion a desperate look that screamed “save me”.

“Soup money?” Amira repeated, struggling to keep the giggles at bay. Nothing wrong with soup, it just seemed like a particularly poor topic of conversation, especially if you were trying to charm someone. She could now understand why Maggie had been so eager for a way out. “I guess soup money is forever. People are always going to eat soup. Good on your forefathers,” she commented with a stifled burst of laughter before pausing for a moment. What kind of tycoon would she be? That was an excellent question. “Something silly. I’d develop an entirely unnecessary yet addictive novelty software and watch the money pour in. Now,” she glanced at her phone, “aren’t we late for that thing?” Offering Maggie a way to exit the situation seemed like the noble thing to do. 

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Sat at a café table with a half-eaten thing of salad and a large, lukewarm coffee, Amira tapped a pen against the table as she stared at the newspaper she couldn’t remember buying or even picking up. She had gotten stuck on her crossword puzzle and absolutely refused to concentrate on anything else until she’d finished the damned thing. Googling the answer wasn’t an option - it had to be considered cheating - and the frustration was starting to build. Sure, she could abandon the whole thing but she had gotten so far.  “The suddenness of rainfall,” she spoke, “thirteen letters.” She was now practically addressing the person next to her, eyes still glued to the newspaper.