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Morgan stood in line at the coffee shop, early this sunday morning just getting a pick me up before she took a walk in the park. She didn't usually like having much caffeine knowing it wasnt exactly the greatest for you, but she was up so early this morning wanting to get her shopping done before the heat of the day. Unfortunately most things were closed just now, at 7am, or most of the shops she needed.
She ordered and moved to sit at the table while she waited for her name to be called. It was a quaint little coffee shop and not terribly busy this early, mostly people rushing on their way to work and a few mothers with small children.
It was pretty peaceful and Morgan debated enjoying her coffee inside the little cafe before her walk as opposed to carrying it with her.
She ordered and moved to sit at the table while she waited for her name to be called. It was a quaint little coffee shop and not terribly busy this early, mostly people rushing on their way to work and a few mothers with small children.
It was pretty peaceful and Morgan debated enjoying her coffee inside the little cafe before her walk as opposed to carrying it with her.
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He had been out since before dawn, the nightmares dictated that little decision. Rather then stew in his own thoughts Pat had put on his gear and went running. And running. And running. He had easily hit his normal milage, and had only decided to stop when the sun was well and truely up. He had been breathing heavily and was maybe a bit more sore then he typically was but at least the thoughts that haunted him were at rest, for now.
After walking a while and cooling down he was more than ready for some food, a few minutes delay for a quick shirt change, and he was once again focusing on breakfast. Something more substantial than the long gone granola bar and water. Something along with coffee preferably. With that thought in mind he casually made his way over to a small little coffee shop that was right by the park. It wasn’t very busy right then due to the time and day, much to his gratification. It meant he would be able to snag his breakfast faster than if he went anywhere else, not that many places were open outside of the odd breakfast spot or fastfood place.
The redhead placed his order, paid, and went to find a spot where he wasn’t crowding anyone. He had changed at least his shirt but he knew he likely was a bit… musky. His gym towel and running shirt definitely were so that particular bag remained sealed and as soon as he could find a seat it would be tucked away. No point in ruining anyone else’s breakfast. Pat wasn’t really going to be here for that long anyway, once he got his food he would be on the move once more.
“Pardon me,” He said as he slid past a young lady sitting at a table. She was either waiting on her order or for someone since he absently noted she didn’t have any food in front of her. Pat slipped into a seat a little ways away, conscious of how disheveled he appeared. He should have gone home for a shower first but hunger overruled that plan.
After walking a while and cooling down he was more than ready for some food, a few minutes delay for a quick shirt change, and he was once again focusing on breakfast. Something more substantial than the long gone granola bar and water. Something along with coffee preferably. With that thought in mind he casually made his way over to a small little coffee shop that was right by the park. It wasn’t very busy right then due to the time and day, much to his gratification. It meant he would be able to snag his breakfast faster than if he went anywhere else, not that many places were open outside of the odd breakfast spot or fastfood place.
The redhead placed his order, paid, and went to find a spot where he wasn’t crowding anyone. He had changed at least his shirt but he knew he likely was a bit… musky. His gym towel and running shirt definitely were so that particular bag remained sealed and as soon as he could find a seat it would be tucked away. No point in ruining anyone else’s breakfast. Pat wasn’t really going to be here for that long anyway, once he got his food he would be on the move once more.
“Pardon me,” He said as he slid past a young lady sitting at a table. She was either waiting on her order or for someone since he absently noted she didn’t have any food in front of her. Pat slipped into a seat a little ways away, conscious of how disheveled he appeared. He should have gone home for a shower first but hunger overruled that plan.
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Morgan heard her order called just as a man excused himself to pass her. She turned because feeling a moment of deja vu to put a face to the voice and was surprised. She knew him, sort of … they only met briefly but she recognized him with his deep red hair.
“It’s okay,” she said softly before going to grab her hazelnut coffee and croissant sandwich. The shop did them quite well with butter and a smidge of jelly on the bread. She enjoyed them. With her food acquired she went and sat back at her table stealing glances at the red headed man. What was his name? He’d told her right?
She wondered if she should say hello, unsure, because she couldn't remember his name and he didn't even seem to recognize her. She sipped her coffee glancing over again, before deciding speaking was better than staring. She didn't wish to make him feel uncomfortable.
“Excuse me,” she said softly, “I just want to say hi. I feel it would be quite impolite not to when you were so kind to me last we met. I apologize, I seem to have forgotten your name.”
“It’s okay,” she said softly before going to grab her hazelnut coffee and croissant sandwich. The shop did them quite well with butter and a smidge of jelly on the bread. She enjoyed them. With her food acquired she went and sat back at her table stealing glances at the red headed man. What was his name? He’d told her right?
She wondered if she should say hello, unsure, because she couldn't remember his name and he didn't even seem to recognize her. She sipped her coffee glancing over again, before deciding speaking was better than staring. She didn't wish to make him feel uncomfortable.
“Excuse me,” she said softly, “I just want to say hi. I feel it would be quite impolite not to when you were so kind to me last we met. I apologize, I seem to have forgotten your name.”
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Pat was honestly just spacing out, gazing out of the window with nothing specific in mind. He was letting his tired mind wander as he absently waited to hear his name called out. He was so out of it when someone called out to him softly it took a moment for it to register but when it did his purple gaze turned towards the voice.
At first he just looked at her, it only lasted a split second though before he shook his head slowly, “I’m sorry. I feel like we have met before but I can’t seem to place it. Can you jog my memory please?” The redhead had a vague memory of the woman before him, but no real images or recollection. Could she have been one of the people he helped while on a call? Those he tended to remember… so that wasn’t very likely. What about someone his family introduced him to? Possible but still not as likely. He really was coming up blank. In his defense he hadn’t had his coffee yet and he did meet a lot of people.
It didn’t mean he didn’t feel horrible about apparently forgetting this nice young lady.
At first he just looked at her, it only lasted a split second though before he shook his head slowly, “I’m sorry. I feel like we have met before but I can’t seem to place it. Can you jog my memory please?” The redhead had a vague memory of the woman before him, but no real images or recollection. Could she have been one of the people he helped while on a call? Those he tended to remember… so that wasn’t very likely. What about someone his family introduced him to? Possible but still not as likely. He really was coming up blank. In his defense he hadn’t had his coffee yet and he did meet a lot of people.
It didn’t mean he didn’t feel horrible about apparently forgetting this nice young lady.
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Morgan tried not to frown, but it was a bit disheartening to see again that someone hadn’t quite remembered her. She was honestly used to it, but this time it wasn't as though she had been a wallflower, she walked and talked with him for a time. Still she didn't let it bother her too much, nodding when he asked her to job his memory.
“We met at the Valentine’s charity. We were looking at the art in the art exhibit.” She gave a small smile and sipped her coffee, waiting to see if he remembered. She didn't mention that he literally walked into her, she didn't think it was really important and if he didn't remember that, she didn't really want to remind him. He hadn't after all done it on purpose.
“I'm Morgan,” she said softly, giving a small smile before sipping her coffee once more. “Its a surprise to run into you again in such a big city and in this small cafe of all places.” She didn’t even come here that often, just every once in a while. It was a small world she guessed.
“We met at the Valentine’s charity. We were looking at the art in the art exhibit.” She gave a small smile and sipped her coffee, waiting to see if he remembered. She didn't mention that he literally walked into her, she didn't think it was really important and if he didn't remember that, she didn't really want to remind him. He hadn't after all done it on purpose.
“I'm Morgan,” she said softly, giving a small smile before sipping her coffee once more. “Its a surprise to run into you again in such a big city and in this small cafe of all places.” She didn’t even come here that often, just every once in a while. It was a small world she guessed.
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“Oh! Oh, my god I’m sorry,” As soon as the young woman mentioned the charity event he connected the dots and remembered her. “I remember you. We spent a while talking about all the art that was on display.” He would have said more but they called out his name, with a murmured ‘excuse me’ he got up to get it and quickly returned.
After a quick sip of his coffee he sighed, “Glorious caffeine. First cup of the day, it's my only excuse.” He tried to explain, feeling quite embarrassed over forgetting her. It had only been a few months, nor had it only been a passing conversation. They really had spent a good while chatting. “I’m Pat, it's nice to meet you again Morgan. It's one of the cafes that's open on my normal running path,” He paused a second before adding, “that isn’t a Starbucks that is. So yeah it's a bit surprising. I guess our schedules just happened to line up this time.” He grinned and tapped the coffee mug’s logo, “It's pretty serendipitous even.” He found it quite funny that the coffee shop was called Serendipity.
The name was quite on the nose but hey, any coffee shop really was a beneficial place. So he absolutely agreed with the shop’s name.
After a quick sip of his coffee he sighed, “Glorious caffeine. First cup of the day, it's my only excuse.” He tried to explain, feeling quite embarrassed over forgetting her. It had only been a few months, nor had it only been a passing conversation. They really had spent a good while chatting. “I’m Pat, it's nice to meet you again Morgan. It's one of the cafes that's open on my normal running path,” He paused a second before adding, “that isn’t a Starbucks that is. So yeah it's a bit surprising. I guess our schedules just happened to line up this time.” He grinned and tapped the coffee mug’s logo, “It's pretty serendipitous even.” He found it quite funny that the coffee shop was called Serendipity.
The name was quite on the nose but hey, any coffee shop really was a beneficial place. So he absolutely agreed with the shop’s name.
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Morgan waved off the apology, feeling lighter hearing he did indeed remember her. Not only that, while she remembered him, she hadn't been able to recall his name at all, so they were probably even.
She gave a small laugh and nodded, “it is quite serendipitous,” she repeated amusement in her eyes at his nod to the coffee shop's name. “Its nice to meet you again. You can sit if you like,” she said motioning to the chair across from her.
“I don't come in here often, but its right by the park and I was going to have a walk before the crafts open, around 10, then grocery shopping after.”
She had candles, lotions and spices to make. Her sister specifically asked for a re-up on one of her whipped butters, so she needed to stock up on supplies.
“Do you run everyday?”
She gave a small laugh and nodded, “it is quite serendipitous,” she repeated amusement in her eyes at his nod to the coffee shop's name. “Its nice to meet you again. You can sit if you like,” she said motioning to the chair across from her.
“I don't come in here often, but its right by the park and I was going to have a walk before the crafts open, around 10, then grocery shopping after.”
She had candles, lotions and spices to make. Her sister specifically asked for a re-up on one of her whipped butters, so she needed to stock up on supplies.
“Do you run everyday?”
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Pat hesitated a moment before he shifted seats, “Apologies. The call of coffee was a bit stronger than just about everything after my run.” He explained, doing his best not to sit overly close since he really didn’t want any BO issues. In general it was impolite, but specifically… Morgan was pretty and it never did well to offend the nose of a pretty woman.
“This park is actually a pretty good one to walk. It's nicely paved and has plenty of spots where the trail cuts back out to the sidewalk.” Pat tossed a thumb over his shoulder to indicate the park that he had spent the last few hours running. “Not really. I try to at least get out for a walk everyday but a full run isn't a daily event for me. Work rarely allows it.” The redhead shrugged. He didn’t think she would want to know that this particular run, and actually quite a few of his more recent runs, were one of his ways of coping with his nightmares. One of his other, slightly more unhealthy ways, was patrolling in the middle of the night. That way was a much, much, more violent coping technique.
Changing the topic slightly he asked Morgan about her earlier comment. “The craft store eh? If I can ask, what are you making?”
“This park is actually a pretty good one to walk. It's nicely paved and has plenty of spots where the trail cuts back out to the sidewalk.” Pat tossed a thumb over his shoulder to indicate the park that he had spent the last few hours running. “Not really. I try to at least get out for a walk everyday but a full run isn't a daily event for me. Work rarely allows it.” The redhead shrugged. He didn’t think she would want to know that this particular run, and actually quite a few of his more recent runs, were one of his ways of coping with his nightmares. One of his other, slightly more unhealthy ways, was patrolling in the middle of the night. That way was a much, much, more violent coping technique.
Changing the topic slightly he asked Morgan about her earlier comment. “The craft store eh? If I can ask, what are you making?”
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Morgan was not at all worried or bothered by the way Pat might smell, she paid it little heed especially when smelling pretty decently of sunblock and bug spray, the essentials for any hot summer day when one wants to be out and about in a park.
She nodded looking over to the park before looking back to Pat, “I've been a few times though I admit I stick to the sidewalks.” Since she got introduced to the nighttime more, she was less interested more so than normal in walking headlong into the unknown.
“As long as you get some exercise in, but its a shame though that your job makes it hard to get runs in.” She was going to ask what he did for work, but he asked her about what she was making and the topic change worked to redirect her attention.
Morgan laughed nervously before mumbling, “potions …”
She gave a smile that reached her eyes and gave another laugh, “that is to say … I make soaps, candles, wax melts … basically anything you can mix together to create something unique. My sister asked for a body butter, so I need more ingredients.” Did she actually literally make potions, yes, but people tended to look at her sideways for the fake sparkly liquids that were nothing more than pretty decorations for fans.
She nodded looking over to the park before looking back to Pat, “I've been a few times though I admit I stick to the sidewalks.” Since she got introduced to the nighttime more, she was less interested more so than normal in walking headlong into the unknown.
“As long as you get some exercise in, but its a shame though that your job makes it hard to get runs in.” She was going to ask what he did for work, but he asked her about what she was making and the topic change worked to redirect her attention.
Morgan laughed nervously before mumbling, “potions …”
She gave a smile that reached her eyes and gave another laugh, “that is to say … I make soaps, candles, wax melts … basically anything you can mix together to create something unique. My sister asked for a body butter, so I need more ingredients.” Did she actually literally make potions, yes, but people tended to look at her sideways for the fake sparkly liquids that were nothing more than pretty decorations for fans.
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“Understandable,” He took a sip of his coffee before going on, “the running path is a lot more winding and in some places it does seem to be a little isolated. Although that's mostly just a trick of the trees and the like. But for just a short walk the standard sidewalk paths are much easier.” Pat shrugged, not overly annoyed that his work kept him busy. It was a bit of a double edged sword at least. He got more hours, more money, and more fuel for nightmares. But not working so much gave him more time to brood over said nightmares. Fun times…. Fun times…
A red brow rose slightly at her mumbled response. Potions was definitely not what he expected to hear from her. Flower stuff or painting or even one of those diamond things. Those were more like what he thought she was going to say but not potions. His surprise dimmed a bit when she explained. “Ah, makes sense. Some of that homemade stuff can get pretty fancy. Very potion-y if you ask me.” He grinned before taking a bite of his breakfast sandwich and working on his coffee. “Just curious but have you ever looked into a restaurant supply store if you do more than just ‘friends and family’ batches of stuff?” He knew how expensive craft stores could get, so if he was working on a costume he tried to hit local fabric sellers or the like. He found that they had larger selections, and at least for the common stuff their prices were cheaper.
Granted he had no clue if Morgan did large batches and he hadn’t done costume work in several months. It really had been quite a while… that might be something worth bringing up with his shrink at some point.
A red brow rose slightly at her mumbled response. Potions was definitely not what he expected to hear from her. Flower stuff or painting or even one of those diamond things. Those were more like what he thought she was going to say but not potions. His surprise dimmed a bit when she explained. “Ah, makes sense. Some of that homemade stuff can get pretty fancy. Very potion-y if you ask me.” He grinned before taking a bite of his breakfast sandwich and working on his coffee. “Just curious but have you ever looked into a restaurant supply store if you do more than just ‘friends and family’ batches of stuff?” He knew how expensive craft stores could get, so if he was working on a costume he tried to hit local fabric sellers or the like. He found that they had larger selections, and at least for the common stuff their prices were cheaper.
Granted he had no clue if Morgan did large batches and he hadn’t done costume work in several months. It really had been quite a while… that might be something worth bringing up with his shrink at some point.
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“Oh no,” she said softly, “I'm not doing anything on such a large scale.” She made airquote while speaking, “Potion making may be a passion, but it's a hobby for now. My family thinks I should start a business and make a brand, but that’s not the business I want to start.”
“I want to open my own restaurant, I'm still working through the money and planning, but I've got a menu and a layout.” She was smiling, clearly excited to talk about her passion, different from the softer, more subdued personality he’d seen the last time they met. “I absolutely have loved to cook forever and I really hope I can build a place where people will love to come and try my food.”
“I will however plan for that brand maybe one day in the future.” She flushed a moment later realizing she’d taken over the conversation a little bit and looked slightly embarrassed, “sorry I got a little excited.”
“What do you like to do?”
“I want to open my own restaurant, I'm still working through the money and planning, but I've got a menu and a layout.” She was smiling, clearly excited to talk about her passion, different from the softer, more subdued personality he’d seen the last time they met. “I absolutely have loved to cook forever and I really hope I can build a place where people will love to come and try my food.”
“I will however plan for that brand maybe one day in the future.” She flushed a moment later realizing she’d taken over the conversation a little bit and looked slightly embarrassed, “sorry I got a little excited.”
“What do you like to do?”
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Pat nodded, he completely understood the whole ‘it's a hobby not a job’ vibe. Much of the costuming work he did was like that. He didn’t do it for money, just the pleasure. Not that he had done so in a while… It had been hard to find the time or passion for it lately.
“Sounds like you’ve got a plan,” He was impressed since running any business was a massive undertaking so Morgan going for it was inspiring. “And it's definitely a nice feeling to have people enjoy the food you spend so much time making. I’m sure your place will be a big hit.” Pat wasn’t a chef by any means, he cooked to eat mostly, but he had enjoyed whipping up special meals for events. He really had, especially for his ex.
That was a train of thought he didn’t want to go down so he focused on finishing his meal and nursing his coffee. He shook his head and assured the woman sitting across from him that she was perfectly alright. “Being passionate about something isn’t anything to apologize for.” And then came the inevitable question, ‘what were his hobbies?’ More like what did he feel like sharing. Saying one does cosplay isn’t exactly a hobby he shared if he could avoid it. “Well I know we talked about ‘natural wonders’ at the art faire… so it's not all that surprising that I do enjoy camping when I can. There are some decent places around here, up and down the east coast, but I would have to say out west and the west coast in general are really awe inspiring.”
He took a break and sipped his coffee. “I also enjoy some classic tv shows. Have you ever seen Early Edition?” Pat asked.
“Sounds like you’ve got a plan,” He was impressed since running any business was a massive undertaking so Morgan going for it was inspiring. “And it's definitely a nice feeling to have people enjoy the food you spend so much time making. I’m sure your place will be a big hit.” Pat wasn’t a chef by any means, he cooked to eat mostly, but he had enjoyed whipping up special meals for events. He really had, especially for his ex.
That was a train of thought he didn’t want to go down so he focused on finishing his meal and nursing his coffee. He shook his head and assured the woman sitting across from him that she was perfectly alright. “Being passionate about something isn’t anything to apologize for.” And then came the inevitable question, ‘what were his hobbies?’ More like what did he feel like sharing. Saying one does cosplay isn’t exactly a hobby he shared if he could avoid it. “Well I know we talked about ‘natural wonders’ at the art faire… so it's not all that surprising that I do enjoy camping when I can. There are some decent places around here, up and down the east coast, but I would have to say out west and the west coast in general are really awe inspiring.”
He took a break and sipped his coffee. “I also enjoy some classic tv shows. Have you ever seen Early Edition?” Pat asked.
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Morgan smiled again feeling more at ease since Pat didn't seem to mind that she went all rawr cooking on him. Honestly she knew it wasnt so intense, but she never wanted someone to feel like she’d talked over them and like they couldnt get a word in.
“I don’t think Ive even been camping, though I'm sure my sister has or I wouldnt doubt it. We branched out more since college … not too much sticking together like the twins we are. It seems like fun though, maybe one day.”
She just never had been one for branching out, but that didn't mean she couldnt see herself trying it.
She looked slightly confused when he mentioned the TV show. She mostly watched the cooking network and had little free time when she was trying to gain her degrees. Getting four took a bit, so she shook her head a bit. “No I havent, I honestly don’t watch much tv, so little free time. What's it about?”
“I don’t think Ive even been camping, though I'm sure my sister has or I wouldnt doubt it. We branched out more since college … not too much sticking together like the twins we are. It seems like fun though, maybe one day.”
She just never had been one for branching out, but that didn't mean she couldnt see herself trying it.
She looked slightly confused when he mentioned the TV show. She mostly watched the cooking network and had little free time when she was trying to gain her degrees. Getting four took a bit, so she shook her head a bit. “No I havent, I honestly don’t watch much tv, so little free time. What's it about?”
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The next little while passed as they continued to talk, a welcome change for Pat. It really had been quite serendipitous running into Morgan again.
They would have to do this again sometime.
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They would have to do this again sometime.
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