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Post by lily on Apr 20, 2011 5:54:59 GMT 10
   It had been a long day, for Lily Banwell, the guy she shared her shift with at the café had called left early feeling ill, leaving Lily manning the place alone. Usually, it would have been fine. But today had been unusually busy and she had been rushed off her feet for the entire afternoon. But it was over now, and Lily was just clearing up, placing the chairs on the tables ready to sweep and mop up the floor before she left. She couldn’t wait to go home, maybe have a bubble bath with some candles, a glass of wine, and her read some of her book, maybe get a take away... Oo Chinese, she hadn’t had Chinese in ages. Yep, that sounded like a good plan. The jingle of the door opening stirred her from her planning, “sorry, we closed. Oh, hey you,” she said smiling as she leant against the counter top.
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Post by mark on Apr 20, 2011 7:39:13 GMT 10
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Post by lily on Apr 20, 2011 8:24:09 GMT 10
Lily shrugged as she picked up a clean cup, “busy, Shawn went home so I was here on my own,” she explained, “my feet are killing me” pausing, Lily pouted at the man before offtering; “You want a coffee? Hot chocolate? Tea?” Warm milk?” As she spoke, a blonde curl, that had come loose from her pony tail earlier in the day, fell from where it had been tucked behind her ear. Sighing, the blonde pushed it back once again, “what about yours? Anything on interest happen in the amazing world of Mark or have you spent all day on the sofa watching TV with whatshisface?” She was teasing him, and she wasn’t trying to hide it. She didn’t know what it was about him, he just always bought out the playful, teasing side of her. She wasn’t complaining, she liked seeing this part of her, letting her hair down.
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Post by mark on Apr 20, 2011 8:55:12 GMT 10
   | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,310,true] He listened to what she said and shrugged. "Bummer... that sucks big time." He pushed himself away from the counter and stood on his own two feet. Mark felt bad for Lily. Being a musician seemed so easy compared to other jobs. All he had to do was do something he loved in front of hundreds of people. He stepped toward the nearest table and sat on the side of it, being careful not to knock the chairs stacked on it. He grinned as she offered him a drink and he answered, putting on the best english accent he could. "Blimey! That would be bloody marvellous, thankyou! A cup of tea with two sugars would be truly spiffing!" He said, a smile still on his face as he looked to her. He knew very well that English people didn't speak like that but he liked to joke about it anyway. He laughed lightly at her next question. "Meeh.. same old, same old." He said in his usual voice and accent. "I have been asleep most of today... I woke up, hid some of Alison's stuff and then decided to come here." He looked to Lily with a smile on his face.
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Post by lily on Apr 22, 2011 3:35:25 GMT 10
Her shoulders rose and fell in a shrug as the blonde shook her head, “nah, it was nothing I couldn’t handle... Just get some sleep and I’ll be as right as rain,” she told him smiling. The smile grew into a full laugh at the sound of Marks stereotypical accent. God she loved that accent, it was so full on, why did every American TV show insist on believing that that was how Brits spoke? It was hilarious, “I say, jolly good choice old bean jolly good,” she replied making the tea in a small teapot and handing and placing it on the counter, the tables all being taken with various chairs, along with a cup and saucer, and sachets of sugar. Rolling her eyes as Mark described his day, he’d slept most of it? Now there was a surprise, “you hid Alison’s stuff... Why? You’ll get into trouble...” Making her way over to the coffee machine, she made a mocha for herself sprinkling chocolate sprinkles on the top before stirring, she should finish up cleaning the place, but that could wait ten minutes. “I swear to god Mark Tanner you ever even think of hiding any of my belonging... You won’t live to regret it,” she promised cradling the cup in her hands.
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