The Perk, Monday Afternoon
Monday, February 3rd, 2014 12:25 pmDespite the rain and the cold, Will had gone out for a run. He figured Coach Jericho would say the less than favorable elements would toughen him up or something equally as wise. Once he'd finished the run, he'd decided that Coach Jericho had no idea what he was talking about. The only thing that had been fun about that run was that it was now over and done with.
His hair was matted to his forehead and his hoodie was damp but the Perk and it's allure of hot beverages meant Will wasn't heading back to the dorms just yet. He knew he needed a shower and some dry clothes but the interior of the business was warm so maybe he'd dry off a little bit while he rested.
Will ordered a hot chocolate from the girl behind the counter. She'd made some small talk about how he looked, he'd laughed uncomfortably and then taken the hot chocolate with a grateful nod. She was still giving him a look when he sat down but Will ignored her.
When she continued to watch him, Will decided to do something about it. While he idly sipped his drink, he sent a picture to her. The dishwasher in the kitchen, suddenly overflowing and flooding the backroom. He knew it'd found it's spot inside her head when she'd turned and disappeared into the back room, looking frantic.
She'd find nothing there, of course, and Will felt a little bad but it'd served its purpose.
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His hair was matted to his forehead and his hoodie was damp but the Perk and it's allure of hot beverages meant Will wasn't heading back to the dorms just yet. He knew he needed a shower and some dry clothes but the interior of the business was warm so maybe he'd dry off a little bit while he rested.
Will ordered a hot chocolate from the girl behind the counter. She'd made some small talk about how he looked, he'd laughed uncomfortably and then taken the hot chocolate with a grateful nod. She was still giving him a look when he sat down but Will ignored her.
When she continued to watch him, Will decided to do something about it. While he idly sipped his drink, he sent a picture to her. The dishwasher in the kitchen, suddenly overflowing and flooding the backroom. He knew it'd found it's spot inside her head when she'd turned and disappeared into the back room, looking frantic.
She'd find nothing there, of course, and Will felt a little bad but it'd served its purpose.
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