JGoB, Friday Afternoon

[smilestopscars]

Did anyone really think that Ezra could know this week was happening on the island, and not show up for at least a day? Come on, now.

Yes, he was here. Dressed stylish and casual, and flirting easily - and shamelessly - with the barista-type person behind the counter before taking a seat by the window with his coffee and his outrageously chocolate-y pastry because indulgence was the name of the game, this week. Of course, it was the name of the game for him, personally, every week. But this was the time of year everyone else made it to his level, too!

And nothing about his conduct here gave away that he'd originally been on his way to the Perk, instead, but then he'd caught sight of someone through the window and immediately turned on his heels because nope. Nope, not doing that. Not this week, not here.

JGoB was just as fine a place for meeting people, anyway.

[ooc: Open for all your pastry and/or pretty, flirty werefox needs!]

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[spin_kick_snap]

Kathy was at work (and was dying, fuck this--screw this---damn this week in particuar) and had planned to get something cool and sweet and creamy - brain pls stop - to try to take the edge off. She'd stepped into the doorway, glanced up at the specials, over at Ezra, back to the counter, back to Ezra?!

Yup, nope. Sometimes discretion was a better part of valor. With a strangled squeak, Kathy was also turning on her heels.

[smilestopscars]

Ezra had, of course, spotted her practically before she even made it into the doorway. It was a combination of werefox senses, and just the way seeing Dante had left him on high alert, because he was aware of JGoB's closer proximity to Dite's and had reason to assume Dante wasn't here on his own. And so he made sure not to look her way, already rehearsing the politest way to say 'please leave' in his head. But then she noticed him and made the exact right call and he was so very grateful for that.

As he heard the door close after her, he closed his eyes and exhaled, and pushed several thoughts about her firmly to the side.

Then he went back to casually eye-flirting with the barista. Just... even less actually casual than before.