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Post by mythmoonwitch on Mar 21, 2010 18:39:34 GMT -1
Rowan wandered the streets, looking and noting where various places were as she did so. She noted a fish and chip shop, a video store, a place called R&R's that looked like it was probably a club, and a variety of other places including the market square. Her eye was caught though by the sight of the dark haired man she'd seen in the Caf earlier-what was his name? Syed, that was it. He was loaded down with the sort of carry-boxes she'd often seen caterers use to transport their prepared food, and it looked like some of them were attempting to slide off. She rushed over to help and barely caught one container just before it hit the ground. "Got it!" she exclaimed as she clutched the container and gave Syed a quick grin.
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Post by citizen_cydonia on Mar 21, 2010 18:52:55 GMT -1
Syed spun around, still with boxes perched precariously in his arms. “Oh….thanks….”, he took a look at his rescuer; it was the young woman who was behind the counter at the café earlier.
“If you hadn’t caught that, I’d have had been in even more trouble today!” he chuckled. He wasn’t really in the mood for fun or small-talk, but this lady had been kind enough to help him, so it wasn’t going to kill him to be sociable.
“I’m Syed, by the way.” He tried to make like he wanted to shake her hand, but it was obviously a tricky proposition when carrying multiple boxes of food!
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Post by mythmoonwitch on Mar 21, 2010 19:10:05 GMT -1
"You best hang onto your boxes," Rowan joked when she noticed he was acting like he was going to shake her hand.
"I remember you from the Cafe earlier," she said, blushing slightly in remembrance of the earlier drama. She moved quickly to change the subject so she wouldn't embarass him.
"I'm Rowan. You've got a lot of boxes there, can I help you carry any more?" she offered.
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Post by citizen_cydonia on Mar 21, 2010 19:36:16 GMT -1
Syed looked relieved. “Oh, please…if you can?” he handed her another box.
“I just need to load them into this van and we’re done!” Syed gave a playful wink. He realised it was something which he had picked up from Christian; he was always doing that!
“So, you’re American……obviously!” Syed sounded embarrassed to state such an easily apparent fact.
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Post by mythmoonwitch on Mar 21, 2010 19:50:35 GMT -1
Rowan giggled at Syed's comment in spite of herself. She suspected she wasn't his type but she couldn't help admiring his big brown eyes. He was very good looking!
She cleared her throat and shifted the boxes slightly to make sure they were balanced.
"Yes, I'm American, hope you won't hold that against me," she joked. "I've actually lived here for about 10 years though, just traveling all over."
She moved over closer to the van he indicated and held the boxes steady so he could take them and load them.
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Post by citizen_cydonia on Mar 21, 2010 20:05:21 GMT -1
“Absolutely not!” Syed stated in a mock-offended tone, “we’re not all hook-handed hot-heads wanting American blood!…… Although my ’limey’ sensibilities might not be so accommodating!” he gave her a smile, revelling in teasing this newcomer.
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Post by mythmoonwitch on Mar 21, 2010 20:11:56 GMT -1
Rowan burst out laughing at Syed's joke and shifted to keep from dropping a box.
Oh! She felt her heart skip a beat at his smile. She quickly reined herself in.
"So what is all this then?" she asked with a nod at the boxes.
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Post by citizen_cydonia on Mar 21, 2010 20:20:17 GMT -1
“Replacements!” Syed said loudly. “It’s a long story. There was a bit of a mix-up with some orders, so we’re having to send some more food. I’ve been in the office for over an hour trying to sort out the mess!” Syed wondered if he was boring Rowan with the details. She looked as though she was in a world of her own.
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Post by mythmoonwitch on Mar 21, 2010 20:50:11 GMT -1
Rowan noticed a slight change in Syed's expression and realized she needed to school her own. It wouldn't do for him to realize she was getting all twitterpated over him.
"It smells delicious!" she commented appreciatively. "I didn't realize you did catering. I love to cook myself. In fact, not to brag, but I've brought my secret recipe brownies and buttermilk biscuits to the Cafe. Jane wants me to make them to sell full time," she said as she tried to look as though she wasn't bragging.
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Post by citizen_cydonia on Mar 21, 2010 21:08:02 GMT -1
“They sound delicious!” Syed smiled. “Maybe we could get you to help us out with a few functions? That’s if you’re working at the caff officially now? The Beales run this business with us, so we could share your talents!” He saw a bashful grin appear on Rowan’s face. “Hey, how about I shout you a drink at the Vic to say thanks for helping me with these boxes?”
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Post by mythmoonwitch on Mar 21, 2010 21:31:40 GMT -1
"They're good if you don't mind 'Yank grub'", she teased with a wicked grin and continued. "Yea, Jane hired me on full time but I'm sure I can help you out on occasion," she paused. "You know, I haven't even met Ian yet."
She handed him a couple more boxes and then continued.
"Sure, I'll be at the pub later. I'm meeting my new roommate for a drink," she said in response to his invitation. Her forehead crinkled in thought momentarily. "I don't suppose they serve food do they? I'm starving. It's been a long time since lunch!"
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Post by citizen_cydonia on Mar 22, 2010 15:22:46 GMT -1
“Yeah, they do food.” Syed put the last of the boxes in the van and locked the door. “Right then, I’ll see you there later!" He put a hand on Rowan's shoulder, "Thanks again for helping out like that.”
Syed started to walk away, then stopped and called to Rowan: “And I wouldn’t be in such a mad hurry to meet Ian if I were you!”, and with that, he laughed quietly to himself and purposefully bounded down the busy street.
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Post by mythmoonwitch on Mar 22, 2010 15:53:04 GMT -1
"Okay! See you later!" Rowan called as Syed rushed off down the street. She felt herself sinking however at his parting comment about Ian. What did he mean by that?
Jane had been wonderfully sweet, surely her husband would have to be a nice person! Wouldn't he?
She felt anxiety creep over her at the thought she might possibly have the "Boss from Hell".
She headed in the direction of the Market, brow furrowed, lost in thought.
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Post by mythmoonwitch on Mar 23, 2010 3:21:54 GMT -1
After spending some time wandering around the Market Square and not finding anything she wanted, Rowan headed over to the Vic. She hoped she might have some time before Syed or Alyssa showed up to get some food--that one sandwich and cup of tea had not lasted very long and here it was nearly 6!
Way past her dinnertime!
She fired off a quick text to Alyssa to let her know she was headed to the pub for some food and would see Alyssa when she got there.
She picked up her pace and glanced in the direction of the Cafe, wondering yet again what she might have let herself in for.
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