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Hugh Ransom Drysdale ([personal profile] trustfundee) wrote2021-03-12 04:00 pm
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[personal profile] myhousemyrules 2025-03-13 05:21 pm (UTC)(link)
I like the scones. They go good with coffee and tea.

[ Coffee in the morning. Tea in the afternoons. She'd always had had a vanilla latte or a matcha latte in the late mornings when they'd had their lab. She can feel his eyes on her. They're sharp and assessing despite his jovial air. She feels like a butterfly under glass. She adds water to the espresso and then finally the milk. She caps it, bringing towards the counter. ]

Are there any particular flavors you like? [ She avoids answering all his questions. She's trying not to get annoyed that he has so many. He'd spoken to her some in their lab, but looking back now, he'd only been half paying attention to her. Usually, he'd been hungover or tired or texting to plan the next big party. ]
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[personal profile] myhousemyrules 2025-03-13 06:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He has to be messing with her. She takes the blueberry out of the case and places it in a bag then warms it a little in a microwave. She doesn't expect him to stay, so she doesn't bother putting it on a plate. Her brows shoot up even more when he asks if she attends school there.

She gives him a funny look for a second. She's not sure if he's making fun of her. Maybe he is. Rubbing salt in the wound over her dumb crush and the way he'd stood her up. She'd bought a new dress that night.

The microwave dings. She opens it and sets the bag on the counter then rings him up. ]


Yeah, I go to school here. It'll be six dollars and seventy cents. Will you be paying with cash or card, Ransom?

[ She's blasé. She's just trying to move this along to save herself the embarrassment. ]
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[personal profile] myhousemyrules 2025-03-13 07:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She turns the screen to face him, so he can tap his card and sign, tip optional. She doesn't expect one. She really can't believe he doesn't remember her, let alone her name. He actually thinks it's Carly. It's taking everything in her to stay professional. ]

I'm in my last year. [ His tone feels condescending, but she feels a slight twist of her lips. ] What makes you think I need cheering up?
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[personal profile] myhousemyrules 2025-03-13 08:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The transaction is over. He's paid, got his items, and yet, he's here with a strange, keen interest in her. She wonders what it is. What's so different now? Today? They hadn't really crossed paths much in the last few years. They have different circles. Marta isn't exactly a party girl. She likes more low key gatherings. She hates thumping music where they have to yell to hear each other.

He's softening. He's trying to curry favor. She doesn't understand what he really wants from her. She gives a little shrug and concedes. She is stressed about midterms. ]


I study when it isn't busy. It's not so bad.
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[personal profile] myhousemyrules 2025-03-14 01:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She has no choice. She has to make it work. Marta can't afford to give less than her all and then some. She's not the least bit surprised that Ransom hasn't started studying. He'd often asked to borrow her notes last minute. ]

Do you have a plan to get started on it soon? [ She raises a brow at him. She can guess the answer. ]
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[personal profile] myhousemyrules 2025-03-20 01:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She starts to clean the counter to give herself something to do. It doesn't seem like he's leaving anytime soon, so she entertains his conversation. She's surprised at his request though wariness follows after. She'd done most of their work together in their lab. She honestly wonders how he's made it this far in his academic career. ]

Tutor you in what?
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[personal profile] myhousemyrules 2025-04-04 02:57 pm (UTC)(link)
We're on different tracks, it sounds, but I had to take stats. It wasn't that bad.

[ Wait. Does this mean she's actually considering it? She bites her bottom lip and weighs her options. What can it hurt? It's actually nice that he's trying to apply himself at least. Besides, she knows better than to let her heart get away from her this time. ]

Alright. When are you free?