Agnes Interaction. - Blog Posts
meeting ones boss on your off hours was never a goal in anyone's life. of that agnes was pretty sure. it was like seeing your grandma text , or a dog wearing a jumper. you always felt like something was off about the visual. agnes didn't work in a traditional space , but the rules still applied. daxton only existed within the four walls of the lost boy ink , and that's where he probably should've stayed. "well , that's fucking rude ," agnes replied defensively , lighting their own cigarette to fill the silence in the air. "i'm your favourite employer and you just talk shit about me. have a little faith , will you ? no trouble has been caused today … yet." they smiled , a teasing , toothy smile , and plopped down on the bench next to him. "for your information , if you must know ," they started , watching as the smoke from their cigarettes made patterns against the sky , "i'm going on a date today. with a girl. she is really hot."
location : sunset villa beach. status : open . ( @palmviewstarters )
he leaned back against the peeling wooden bench, the salty breeze of palmview ruffling his hair as he glanced around the bustling boardwalk. his tattooed fingers idly drummed against the edge of the bench, rhythm in sync with the distant crash of waves. the sun dipped low, casting long shadows over the surf shops and beachside vendors, their neon signs flickering to life as dusk settled in. he pulled a blunt from his pocket, tapping it thoughtfully against his palm before lighting it up, the tip flaring bright in the growing twilight. inhaling deeply, he closed his eyes, letting the familiar burn settle in his chest. he hadn’t relaxed in a minute — time had a funny way of slipping past in this town, days bleeding into each other with the rhythm of tides.
he exhaled, smoke curling up toward the sky as footsteps approached, scattering seagulls nearby. he cracked one eye open, a smirk curling his lips. " well, look what the tide dragged in. " he drawled, flicking ash to the pavement. his gaze lingered, curiosity sparking in his eyes as he leaned forward, elbows on his knees. " so, what kinda trouble you get yourself into today? "
whenever agnes felt in need of a pick - me - up , they knew where to turn. it wasn't the closest café to where they lived , but the reasons for their visits became clear the moment agnes stepped through the doors. "pais , you're here." agnes skipped up , cheerful demeanor not fitting with the rest of their appearance. "blonde roast ? querida , i thought you knew my order by now." they leaned against the counter in an overly exaggerated pose. it was always fun to tease paisley whenever they could , and always enjoyed watching the look on her face when they did. "iced americano , as always." they peered at paisley while she worked on their order. "you doing okay , babes ? i feel like i haven't seen you in forever."
「 ✱ 」 STATUS ﹕ open . 「 ✱ 」 LOCATION ﹕ sunrise cafe . 「 ✱ 」 WITH ﹕ paisley & open ( @palmviewstarters )
it was a few hours into her shift and already paisley's apron was covered in chocolate smears, whipped cream and the crumbs of cinnamon rolls. she wondered why being a barista wasn't considered an emergency service, grinding beans and pouring countless hot drinks for palmview's most important inhabitants. the doctors with veins like maps in the whites of their eyes, the businessmen that grunted in her direction in lieu of thanks. either way, she loved it — being able to speak to strangers and make connections, talking of the weather and the news and new tea blends that their customers just needed to try. enthusiasm was like an ebbing heartbeat ; constantly thrumming in the background of her every movement. when she saw the next face in the queue, paisley propped herself up on her palms and leaned halfway over the counter, a warm beam of a smile on her lips. “what can i get you today ? ” she asked, “we have a blonde roast that’s to die for.”