#01 › selina vale + saul weissberg.

[momentspassd]

As someone who spent much of her time in dangerous parts of the world, climbing up mountainsides that could and would kill her if she made a mistake, Selina liked to believe she was keenly aware of her surroundings. A youth spent in the peaks of Montana hiking any place she could get off to the petite blonde had been trained on bears, wolves, and other potentially dangerous wildlife.

Yet, being here and having seen Terry, the alpinist was far off her game. She hadn't noticed Saul Weissberg enter the coffee shop and line up behind her. Off in her head, too many thoughts of the past commingling with everything currently taking down her life, Selina ordered and stepped aside in full autonomy.

"Good morning." The blonde's head jerked up and toward the voice she'd subconsciously recognized as speaking to her, the response had been automatic.

Wait...

'I'm Saul...'

Terry's ex-husband.

Something immediately began to churn in the pit of the photographer's stomach— why was her ex and Saul in the same town?

They'd only met a handful of times and the interactions had always been brief. The mountaineer'd had no interest in getting to know him. But it was interesting that he didn't seem to recognize her at all.

Should she be offended?

"I think you just popped a cherry for me..." Sarcasm was often considered a second language for Selina. A side-effect of growing up the youngest to a few older brothers. The words had come out a little uneven and hesitant given the surprise and unease she felt, and she wasn't sure how she would play this yet. "No one's ever even halfway assumed me to be a hermit."

Unable to help herself the photographer looked Terry's ex-husband up and down. Noted there was no band on that ring finger. A small, breathy laugh finally bubbled up as she took the offered hand, "I'm just passing through. Used to small towns though and you don't exactly have the mannerisms and attitude of a small town guy." Lips twisted in consideration and there was a glint of amusement in her hazel gaze. "Where are you really from?"

Unsure if he'd recognize her by name since Terry generally referred to her as Sev, the climber let her hand fall away— "I'm Selina."

availability / @momentspassd / selina! setting / caffélicious; monday, august 5th, around eight am.

so, saul had a type: dark hair, light eyes—many people came to mind, including leon, thalia, and terry, to name a few—were his particular favorite, but saul appreciated beauty in all forms; he went crazy for redheads—dilara came to mind this time, and cassie when they had been married—and he always had an liking for blondes with dark eyes. he didn’t limit his attraction to just one classification, so when he saw the woman in caffélicious, she captured his attention immediately. for one, she was stunningly gorgeous. second, he didn’t recognize her. true, he didn’t know everyone in town, but saul had made himself a prominent citizen of blue harbor shortly after moving to town, and he would’ve noticed her instantly if they had crossed paths before. he couldn’t stop himself. he had to talk to her.

standing in line behind her at the counter, saul watched as she ordered and then stood off to the side to wait for the drink to be ready. he ordered his own coffee and joined her further down the counter. crossing his arms, he gave her a sidelong glance before he chose an opening salvo: “good morning.” saul greeted with a small, unassuming smile. “i’m saul—i’m assuming you’re either new or maybe just a hermit that never leaves your house, because i don’t think we’ve met before.” saul offered his hand for her to shake. “and if you are new, yes, this is the type of town where strangers just randomly introduce themselves.”