Welcome to Gaia! ::

Levi pursed his lips at her answer and watched her as she rose from the booth, letting some of his playfulness die in the wake of what seemed to be resignation to the mundane. Could she see disappointment in his eyes? If that was what she liked to do and she had no aspirations otherwise, who was he to butt in? It was a shame, really, but there was a world of talent that simply liked the freedom of a hospitality job. Ambition was objective, even he knew, but how many servers and kitchen staff had Domeykite caught smoking dope in alleys? Enough to meet quotas, at least.

With a soft shrug of his shoulders and the best, polite smile a judgmental businessman could muster, his eyes fell back to his laptop.

“Well, if you ever get bored of making pumpkin spice lattes, I’ll probably still be hanging around.”

The words hung in the air between them but he had already reached out to slide the PC back to himself. Almost as an afterthought, he added:

“And just let me know when I need to pack up, I tend to lose track of time when I’m working.”

Under the assumption that she was just going to wander back behind the counter and start her closing duties, he slumped into the booth and curled one hand around the sugary, caffeinated goodness she had brought him before their dip into the tragic lives of Destiny City talents.