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Jacques double checked the bag that the books were in to make sure that none of them were at an angle or were being bent in some way. He had gone to the library, a place he didn't go to very often, to check out some books. One was something that his mother wanted to borrow, though he doubted she would take more than one look at it and then it would be up to him to take it back on time, and for himself he had checked out a few books on different types of pottery. Even if he did have the internet, he liked to look at what they had in books to get inspiration or try to make the same type. It was fun for him to try out new techniques that may have been suggested, and a book was easier to read out of than constantly having to have his tablet near him.

However, it was late and the library had closed a few minutes ago. He was loitering for a bit, trying to decide if he wanted to go straight home or find some sort of cafe and get a head-start on reading. At least at a cafe he would be less likely to be bothered than at home because his mother was too lazy to go and get herself a glass of water or something.

Versailles was just about to check his phone, when he heard a voice behind him and he jumped. He immediately cursed in his thoughts at being caught off-guard like that, and turned around to see who had spoken to him. His shoulders relaxed as he realized it was just one of the librarians. Sure, it could have been someone from Order or Chaos, but since they weren't immediately attacking/berating him, he didn't feel as though he was in quite so much danger.

"Ah, yeah I'm fine. I was just trying to gather my thoughts and decide where to go after this." At least it seemed as though there were good people still around. But he couldn't quite trust the woman, after all, she may have been some Negaverse Agent looking for victims and he would have to expose himself is she turned out to be one.

"I was just thinking of heading to a nearby cafe or something to get a head start on all of this reading. Or trying to decide if I just wanted to go home. Tonight is so nice though that I'm having a hard time deciding." He replied, giving her a smile. "I'm assuming you're just heading home?"

Jacques shook his head. "I haven't but it sounds like just the place that I would want to go to." He wondered if this was okay. He was just talking to one of the librarians that he had seen just moments before. Was this okay? Or was this considered weird. He didn't know, he had never really talked to someone who wasn't a classmate that worked in a more "customer-oriented" job.

He couldn't help but smile though. "I'm Jacques, though you can call me Jack if you want." It made it a lot easier if people didn't try to pronounce his name all the time if they were just going to butcher it. "Since I don't know where it is, you want to lead the way? I'll follow." He replied holding his hand out. "Of course we can walk together, I don't mind. And I'm not saying you have to, but I've never been to it." Sometimes he wasn't sure if he was insulting someone or not. It was hard to get past telling someone to do something when he was used to doing it at home so much.

Jacques wasn't sure if he still wanted to go if it was going to be crowded. If it was late at night he wanted to be somewhere peaceful so that he could wind down in the evening, not so that he could be wound up and have to crash. Still, it seemed that there was some sort of separation between the two groups. "Well if possible, I'd like to be on the quiet side." If they had to separate there because of it, then so be it. They had just met after all.

"I don't like to hear people continually butcher it. I would rather go for the easy route." Way too many kids had tried his name, but hearing it as "Jacks" just got on his nerve. He would rather they use an easier one. "It would be nice if people got it a bit more quickly, but sometimes I think they aren't hearing it correctly either." Subtleties in French could be hard to get if one wasn't a native.

He tugged on her hand a bit. "That's fine with me. You know the way though so I'll let you take the first step all right?" He said, grinning at her a bit. "At least this way we won't have to keep an eye on each other."

"Good. I would not want to try and enjoy a tea tonight while having my ears blasted out." He got enough of that at the parties his mother threw. Who knew that with a bunch of people just talking in one room with no music that they would subtly compete for who could talk the loudest? "Can always take mine to go if it's too much though. I think it would be nice to go and sip a tea while walking home." He would have to finish it before he got there though, or else his mother would whine about him not getting her some even though she would likely reject whatever it was anyway.

Jacques of course kept his eyes open for traffic as well, but it seemed pretty quiet tonight. They would just have to be on the lookout for those without their headlights on or the motorcycles who thought they were the rulers of the road. "I believe everyone butchers every name to a degree. I think they do it more on purpose with mine though. Some people don't take to kindly to somewhat-hard-to-pronounce names." He rolled his eyes. The number of people who had laughed while butchering it was enough to make him want to punch the next person in the face who did so. And this time he would be able to make it hurt.

He nodded his heads. "Yeah, it gets a little too cold and old sounding if you have to go with formalities everywhere." People certainly loved shoving titles in his face at parties. "And just because you have it, it may not mean anything. Though, I suppose it's unlucky for anyone whose first name is Alexander." He chuckled a little. Some names just sounded more formal in the first place.

"I've done it plenty of times myself. Especially with coffee. Though I don't consider myself to be a danger magnet." Though one could consider him the danger. And he wasn't surprised at the woman's luck. After all, she was hanging out with him now wasn't she? "Though you are right it's too difficult to try in the winter. You can never tell when there's black ice on the sidewalk. But it's been nice in early spring and late fall. I get to enjoy a hot beverage while looking at the scenery."

He nodded to her in thanks and stepped inside making sure not to block the doorway. "Yes, I've seen that often. There's a difference between doing something thoughtlessly and apologizing for it later, it's when one does it on purpose that annoys me." Though he didn't like people trying to continually pronounce his name if they still couldn't get it correct after the fifth time.

He wandered over to what looked like the place to order and looked at the menu. "You have any recommendations? If not then I'm sure they'll have something I like, but you know this place better than I do!" He said with a chuckle. It was nice to try a new place out though. Better to find somewhere his mom would probably never go in, making it one more place he could go to avoid her.

"Perhaps." He replied chuckling. Or maybe I make my own luck. He thought to himself as he listened to what she suggested. He didn't want anything too sweet, like the "candy apple white" she had suggested. Unfortunately if something was too sweet as a liquid and it wasn't something like hot chocolate or carbonated, it felt like pure syrup going down his throat. Not a pleasant sensation.

She ordered and he followed her lead. "I'll take the same." Hot chocolate wouldn't keep him up for much longer and besides, it had been a while. He had last had it in... February? The year had gone by so fast! Still, it was the end of summer, turning into fall, he might as well drink a bit of it first before the Pumpkin Spice invasion began.

"I'll pay for mine." He said. meynara"I know you were the one to suggest this place, but I like paying for my own stuff, you know?" He only said that because she looked as though she were going to pay, but he insisted he pay for his own. Something about owing people always made him feeling like he was attached to the other, as if he owed them, even if they said they were happy to pay for it and didn't need him to pay it back.

He looked around, hoping that there was a booth that they could sit in. He didn't like being at a table unless it was surrounded by walls on three sides. But he wouldn't force it. He might be a little uncomfortable, but he could stand it. "You know this place better than I do, so you get to pick where we sit, if that's okay?" He wasn't sure if she would be the type that left it up to him. If she insisted however, they were getting a booth.

Jacques couldn't help but chuckle. While he didn't have problems with the insides of buildings being too cold, he did realize that people who did not have as many layers would still be cold even if it was extremely hot outside. "Well if there's one thing I know, it's that even if it's the same temperature inside as it is outside, the outside has the sun and warm wind. Inside you may be sitting under or near a vent that is just blasting cold air on you continuously. I don't blame people for complaining." It was too bad that personal heaters took up so much electricity. Perhaps someone should invent one that didn't use up as much, like when they finally upgraded lightbulbs.

He waited for his drink and when he got it, decided to let it cool for a bit before trying to sip it. He did notice though that Michelle got some whip cream on your nose, and he whispered, "You got something on your nose" before subtly pointing to his own to show where the foam was so that she could wipe it off. If she couldn't feel it, perhaps the whip cream wasn't very cold. "I don't mind pumpkin pie and the occasional pumpkins spice something, but I swear that they're trying to put it in everything. I wouldn't be surprised if they started genetically engineering vegetables to taste like pumpkin spice or something." He could only shake his head at the thought.

"Yeah, that's fine. At least it doesn't seem crowded to the point where we would have strangers trying to sit with us." He said as he started to head over in the direction, sighing a bit when he was finally able to sit down. Perhaps he had been standing up for too long tonight already, but it felt really good to rest his legs for a bit.