Post by adam kumar on May 13, 2009 21:32:16 GMT -5
adam prakesh kumar!
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TO BE CHILL BUT YOU'RE SO HOT
[/color][/font]THAT I MELTED I FELL RIGHT THROUGH THE CRACKS AND NOW I'M TRYING
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"well hey hey sexy people, the name's adam prakesh kumar, but most people
just call me adam, APK, kumie, or kumar. i was welcomed into this fine world on august 27th,
which would make me about seventeen years old. obviously i'm a guy, and
i'm hella proud of it too! i'm also very proud to be a heterosexual, so if
you don't like it, you can go suck it! a lot of people tend to tell me that i really do
look a whole lot like dev patel. i think it's mostly because of my black
hair and my totally heart breaking dark brown eyes. but what really makes me sexy is
my toothy smile. oh...and did i mention that i'm living it up as an academy senior.
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nothing's gonna stop me but divine intervention
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laughing, football, wine, classic rock, r&b, strawberry milkshakes, dogs, gum, food, his heritage, birthdays, holidays, science, math, texting, webcams, the word ‘widget’, the sky, windy days, chicago, classy girls, jokes, accents, funny movies, spanish, snakes, superbad, toothpaste, the smell of leather, cars, hockey, working out, hugging, bro code, drums, tempo, hats, mountains, genuinely nice people, little kids, foreign films, silver, hair gel, energy drinks, soccer, cricket, who wants to be a millionaire (;D), the steelers, life.
AND NOT SO MUCH?
liars, cheaters, fakers, stealers, zip-up jackets, argyle, rudeness, bad hygiene, soda, baseball, dramatic girls, being sad, immature people, myspace, old game shows, overly old-fashioned people, bobby pins, hat hair, cats, gift wrap, stupid people, yawning, jello, saran wrap, textbooks, dissecting live animals, crayons, hot weather, rainy days, tea, chocolate, comforters, rivalry.
WHAT GET'S TO YOU, SCAREDY CAT?
“Fears? Psh, I’m fearless. No, I’m kidding. Well, I’m scared of tornadoes. Kind of a stupid fear because I live in Pittsburgh, but, I mean, what’s a guy gonna do? I think it was because of that Twister ride at Universal Studios. I went on it when I was really little and it scared the living daylights out of me. Heck, even the dead daylights, if I have those. Looking back on it, I feel really stupid, because it’s a stupid ride and it’s not scary at all. I mean, there’s a flying cow in it, for heaven’s sake. But still, I’m not too keen on moving to Oklahoma any time soon.
How many of my fears do you want? Three? Alright. One big fear I have is not being successful. I know I’m smart and I’m going to do my best to put my smarts to good use. I want to become a surgeon. I know what you’re thinking. YES another Indian doctor HEYOOOO! Well, no. I know a lot of Indian kids whose parents push them and want them to be doctors or lawyers and whatnot just because. But I’m not like that. I’m going to try for it and if I don’t succeed… well, let’s just hope that doesn’t happen.
This last one is cheesy, but it’s true. I’m afraid of living alone my entire life. It’s not that I need someone to keep me happy, it’s just that I really want to find that one special girl. I want to know that I’m good enough for someone to love, I guess.”
WHAT'S YOUR DREAM COME TRUE?
“Well, I’ve already kind of explained this one, but I want to be a surgeon. What can I say? I find science interesting. I think I was one of the few in my biology class who thought dissecting was cool. I’m fine with blood. Really, I don’t see why people are so scared of it. There’s a ton of it in all of us and it keeps us alive. Ooooh, so scary.
I explained this one too, kinda. I want to fall in love. Really fall in love, I mean. Where I’d do anything for her. I suck.”
WHAT ARE YOUR HABITS , GOOD AND BAD?
“Oh, God. I say ‘well’ at the beginning of sentences too much. And I tap my foot and drum my fingers incessantly. This one time, I was making up a math test and so was this other girl and I started doing it, and she just looks up and goes, ‘This isn’t music class’, and then just walks to the next classroom. I’m pretty sure it gets annoying sometimes, but I can’t help it. I find rhythms in everything.
And, like, oh, my God! I twirl my hair soooo much, it’s just like, SO fun! … just kidding.”
WHAT ARE YOU HIDING?
“I can’t dance. No, really. I just cannot. For a guy who likes rhythm, I have none of it in my body. Well, no, that’s not true. I just don’t have rhythm when it comes to moving my body. But… yeah. I always avoid dancing if I go to a dance. It kind of defeats the purpose, except for the free cookies.”
GOT A FAVORITE MEMORY?
“Alright, heads up, this is going to sound pretty lame. It was the winter of my sophomore year and my family and I were going to the Tetons to hike. I remember getting to one hill and just kind of… stopping. I’ve never seen something so beautiful as I did that day. Just looking out at the scenery – I realized how beautiful life really is. It’s corny, but it’s true. There’s so much beauty around us that we take for granted.”
THE WORST?
“The day we moved here. I’ve never felt so lost and empty before in my entire life. The fact that Pittsburgh is a big city just made leaving Vergennes so much harder. Coming from a small town where you know everyone to a huge city, you can easily get lost in the crowd.”
WHAT ABOUT PET PEEVES?
“I bet I have tons, but a few that I can think of right off the top of my head are the people who walk really slow in the hallways. I don’t think joining the Facebook group explains how much I would like to punch those people in the back of the head. That, and when huge groups clog up the hallways with their stupid dodoface shenanigans.”
HOW STRONG ARE YOU?
“I’d like to think I’m a pretty good listener. I do talk a lot but when I see someone’s in need of attention or needs a shoulder to cry on, I’m there. I hate seeing people upset and I always try my hardest to listen to them. I’m a very protective person, and whether or not I’m good friends with you, I’ll try my best to keep you safe if you’re going through rough times. I think it’s just common courtesy to be a nice person to those around you.
I’m not one to toot my own horn, but I’m great at math and science. I’ve always been able to get A’s without trying in most of my math and science courses because things just click for me in that sense. Once I understand the basics of something, expanding on it is not a problem. There are formulas in math and laws in science that I understand and everything just falls into place pretty naturally.
Another thing I’m good at is Spanish. I started with it in the eighth grade and I’ve become pretty good at it. I think it’s because Spanish, just like math, has rules and conjugations and whatnot. The patterns and root words are easy to follow for me. Same with Hindi – my parents didn’t teach it to me but I picked it up because of the patterns and now I can speak it fluently. Things like that are like puzzles – once I know what I’m trying to form, I’ve got it in the bag.
Veering away from academics, people tell me I’m really funny, and confident. I can believe that. Really, I don’t understand why I wouldn’t be confident in myself. If I’m funny and people don’t like it, that’s their problem. I don’t understand people who are willing to sacrifice their uniqueness to make others happy. I’m confident in who I am and that’s that. I’ve become pretty popular, people tell me, but I don’t consider it ‘popularity’. I consider it getting to know people and taking a genuine interest in them. That’s why people like me, I guess.
I’m also pretty good at drumming, too, as well as sight reading. Whenever I have a bad day, my drumset is always there to calm me down. There’s something calming about being to beat the crap out of something and still call it beautiful music. That’s the magic of percussion.”
EVERYONE HAS A WEAKNESS ...
“I talk. A lot. I’m sure it bugs a few people, just like my foot-tapping does, but I can’t help it. I have a lot to share with the world – even though most of it is just useless junk from my brain, or a stupid video I saw on YouTube. Talking is the best means of communication, though, so should this really be considered a weakness? You be the judge. That sounds like a commercial for like, drug abuse or something. Alright. Moving on.
I think my one academic weakness would have to be English. It’s not the language – I understand it perfectly, and I have excellent vocabulary. I just don’t like the open-ended questions we get for essay prompts. Don’t get me wrong, I can write the essays decently – I just tend to ramble on and on and on about the same points because I can’t figure out if I’m right or not. With math, it’s different, because there are formulas so if I get something wrong I can go back and use rules to figure out what I did wrong. With English, it’s different. There are a million different answers and you don’t know which one is right. For example – ‘Show how rhetorical devices develops the author’s point of view’. I’m just like, seriously?
I suck at sports, too, which is why I go to the gym instead. I’ve never been good at sports, anyway. In all honesty, I don’t care whether I’m good at them or not. I’m going to come back here for my ten-year high school reunion and all the jocks are going to be working nine-to-fives while I’m saving someone’s life.
I can’t dance, either, which I think we’ve already established. I can flail my arms around and look like an idiot, and I can keep my arms at 90 degree angles and snap while shuffling my feet, like in Hitch. That’s the extent of my dancing knowledge.”
HOW'S YOUR HYMEN, METAPHORICALLY OR NOT?
“It’s a good thing I have a hymen! … not. I’m a virgin. I’m not one of those guys who dates girls and then has sex with them and brags about it. Unlike 99.9% of the male population, I’m not a douche.”
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i'm yours; well open up your heart and see like me
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“Watership Down by Richard Adams.”
FAVORITE MOVIE?
“Apocalypse Now.”
FAVORITE MEMBER OF NSYNC?
“… no. Just no.”
FAVORITE FOOD?
“Anything Thai.”
FAVORITE TYPE OF BUBBLE GUM?
“Any kind, as long as it lasts.”
FAVORITE COLOR?
“Green.”
FAVORITE TV SHOW?
“Family Guy.”
FAVORITE NON-ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGE?
“Gatorade.”
FAVORITE ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGE?
“Screwdrivers are pretty good.”
FAVORITE TIME OF DAY?
“Really early in the morning.”
FAVORITE HOLIDAY?
“Christmas.”
FAVORITE IDEAL DATE?
“Something fun and cool where we can talk and get to know each other. Like bowling, or laser tag.”
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“My dad’s name is Prakesh Kumar. He lives here, in Pittsburgh, and he’s 53. My father and I have a pretty good relationship; I love him and he’s helped me through every struggle in my life, no matter how small or big. He’s a cardiologist. Oh, and in case you didn’t notice, his first name is my middle name.”
AND HIS BABY MOMMA?
“My mom’s Kameela Kumar. She lives in Pittsburgh, too, and she’s 49. She’s an immunologist. I have a good relationship with my mom, too, but I’m not as close with her as I am with my dad. Well, I’m not very close with my parents in general, but I’ve always felt somewhat distant from her. Oh well.”
WHAT ABOUT THOSE CRAZY SIBLINGS?
“The only thing crazy about my siblings is that they’re nonexistent. Heh, heh, heh.”
WHERE ARE YOU FROM?
“Well, I was born in Topeka, Kansas, and then I moved to Vergennes, Vermont. I consider Vergennes home, though.”
WHAT'S YOUR LIFE STORY?
“Well, let’s see. Argh, there I go again, starting with ‘well’! Okay, anyways. I guess my ‘history’ all started with my parents getting married. My dad had always been really wild growing up, but it was during the late 60s and there were rebellions going on all throughout India. The government was basically mandating that everyone learn Hindi, and there was a lot of corruption and money not being distributed right, and my dad had a lot of pent up anger within him. He would always protest whenever he could, and he was kind of… a hippie, I guess? So, somewhere along the line, he met my mom. I think it was at a protest… heh. Well, anyways. They both had a lot of similar ideas, and they were both just… really angry at the world, I think. My dad wanted so badly to be a doctor but he couldn’t because he didn’t have the money and my mom was tired of her extended family trying to make her a perfect little Muslim girl.
Yeah, this is the part where people always stop me and ask – wait, your dad’s Hindu and your mom’s Muslim? Yes, that’s true. And yes, they’re married. I don’t know what’s so bad about it. People honestly stereotype way too much sometimes. Basically, they fell in love, and both my father’s family and my mother’s family had no problem with them getting married. Well, their immediate family, I mean. Both of their extended families flipped when they heard. It was something like, one of them would go to the other’s for a family thing, and some great grandmother or second aunt would flip out. Basically, it sucked. So my parents made a bold move and moved to Topeka in 1983, after living together in India for… I don’t know how long. Why Topeka? I honestly don’t know. Really, I think they looked at a map and picked the craziest-sounding place in the US… and moved there.
They lived together for awhile here, almost nine years. My dad worked his way through med school and my mom got her Master’s. Then, in 1991, I was born. I only lived in Kansas till I was five, and my mom got offered a better job in this tiny town in Vermont called Vergennes. She took it, and we moved. At first, I hated Vergennes more than anything. Kansas was kind of a boring state, but Topeka was a medium-sized town and there was room to breathe. Vergennes was tiny – the smallest city in Vermont, I think – and I felt really stifled for the majority of my younger years. I mean, the people were really nice, but I missed what I knew of Kansas a lot. I hated living in a small town for awhile.
I learned to tolerate living in a small town, though. It was easier to see the upsides to Vergennes than the negatives. I kind of just… accepted the fact that everyone knew everyone. It was nice, too, in a way. It was good for me to grow up there because the kids were all… nicer, cleaner. If one kid drank or smoked, everyone else’s parents knew and wouldn’t let their kid hang out with that person. We all stayed relatively innocent. I stayed in Vergennes till I was thirteen, and my mom got a better job offer again.
It was weird, moving to Pittsburgh. I had started off in a medium-sized city, where my parents were there to protect me and keep me safe. Then I had moved to a small town in Vermont, where I could take care of myself because the town was so tiny. But Pittsburgh… Pittsburgh was different. I was thrown from my squeaky-clean, small-town-boy mentality into an average city teenager’s mindset. I had to grow up quick, and I realized that life wasn’t as beautiful and pristine as it was in Vergennes. There was allure to Pittsburgh, and there was a lot to do, there’s no doubt about that – but with the good came the bad, and I had to take it in stride.
I met Audrey Patton in eighth grade. Man, does she stand out of a crowd – or maybe that was just my perception of her, I don’t know. All I knew was that she was intriguing, shy, mysterious, and all that jazz. We met in class, and she seemed somewhat reserved, but we stuck by each other and grew closer. We both went to Stewart, and then she met Matt Cohen. God, I hate that jackass. I wasn’t as close to Audrey as I am now, so I didn’t react as badly to the news as I would now, but I still stayed by her and watched her spin into someone more alive, more alive, and hardened because of what had happened to her. Till this day, I wish I was closer to her back then. I wish I could have taken on Matt Cohen and beaten him to a pulp. I don’t hate anyone, but he’s the one person I dislike the most. I guess boys will be boys, but I’m still not going to chum around with him anytime soon.
I guess I’ve always had a crush on Audrey, but I’ve never admitted it to her. Maybe she knows, maybe she doesn’t, I honestly don’t know. It started back in her post-Matt Cohen days, when she partied a lot. When I say a lot, I really mean a lot. If I hadn’t been there for most of those parties, I don’t know where she’d be right now. She would get totally trashed and I’d always have to make sure she was alright. It wasn’t a burden or anything, though, and she’s apologized to me for it before, but I don’t really know why. To me, her excessive partying was just… part of who she was, and I accepted that. I knew she partied partially because she was scared, and I knew I couldn’t fix that without being there for her.
I don’t know why I keep going on about Audrey. She’s just… amazing. I know I shouldn’t be too attached to her, because she doesn’t get attached to people – but I am, and I can’t help it. Leaving for college next year is going to be hard for me, and I doubt we’ll go to the same school. I don’t want to leave her, but we’ll probably go in different directions. She’ll probably major in art or language, I’ll major in science or business. Life goes on, I guess, and I’m going to live it as best as I can.”
THE SOUNDTRACK TO YOUR LIFE?
Imagine there's no Heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today
Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace
You may say that I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one
Imagine - John Lennon
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hey, what's up? my name is alyssa and i've been rocking out with
my stunna shades for sixteen years. yeah, i know i'm pretty ill.
and obviously i'm a female, can you dig it? if you wanna get in touch with
me just hit me up by pm or msn. oh, and i gotta have me my admin edit.
Coffee and math were the two vilest things imaginable, at least in Anastasiya’s opinion. One was addicting and the other was the complete opposite. It was surprising that Ana was absolutely atrocious at math, what with the way she identified patterns and sequences. Sciences and languages were always her strong points, because each had rules that she could clearly outline and follow ; yet math, the subject with the most rules of them all, failed to grasp her attention. She always found herself nodding off in the middle of class, simply because none of the content taught served any real-life purpose to her. When was she ever going to find the measurement of two angles, or the length of the side opposite a hypotenuse? Never, that was for sure. She wasn’t going to be an engineer, nor was she going to be the next Albert Einstein. All in all, higher-level math was completely useless to her. She could count, and she had a brain. That was as much math knowledge as she needed to know in the real world.
Still, math today had been exhausting. They’d taken a test on derivatives, and, though finding the derivative itself was a piece of cake, Anastasiya encountered trouble applying that knowledge. For the majority of the fifty-five minutes, Ana had wasted time wondering why on earth she’d chosen to take AP Calculus as a junior. Clearly, math wasn’t her strongest subject, and clearly, if she ever met a particle travelling across a straight path, she would not be able to calculate when it reached its maximum height and when it was falling. After running herself in circles, haphazardly writing incoherent answers on the answer sheet, and turning in her paper, Ana was clearly frustrated. She was absolutely atrocious at math, and she had to work and work to maintain her B- average in the class while smarter kids had As handed to them on a silver platter. Who was the nuisance who created math and where could she find him? Revenge was the only obvious remedy to her woes.
Well, revenge and The Beanery. For some reason, she found the small café soothing at any time of day. Oftentimes she’d finished a long English paper and craved the gentle atmosphere the small shop offered. She’d make the ten-minute walk down from Stewart only to find the shop closed, its cream-colored coffee cup dim and unlit, hanging like a weight above her. She’d sulk back to her dorm, carefully brew a pot of bland coffee, and sit in silence, staring out at the Pittsburgh horizon. Listening to her roommate snore and the prickling hum of the air conditioning unit had never been very soothing to Anastasiya, nor did it help her boredom. The Beanery did. It combined the rich aroma of coffee with a cozy, comforting atmosphere and the more artsy Pittsburgh residents. To put it simply, The Beanery had everything just the way Ana liked it.
After her frustratingly long math test, Ana had dropped her books off at her dorm and made the short walk to the small café at the end of the road. Opening the door, she was immediately greeted warmly by the heady fragrance of coffee beans and espresso. Inhaling, Anastasiya smiled. The tension slowly eased out of her shoulders as she approached the counter. Eying the establishment closely, she abruptly sensed the crowdedness of the place today. That’s odd, she thought quietly as the customer in front of her took his drink. It’s three o’clock on a Tuesday. They’re never this crowded now. Brushing the thought from her mind, she gave the boy behind the counter a smile and a small wave.
“Afternoon, Ana,” the employee greeted, smiling. “The usual?”
“Hi, Jimmy,” Ana replied, returning the smile. “That’s fine,” she agreed, watching as the boy grabbed a cup and was whisked away by his manager to create her drink. She watched as he prepared her hot chocolate carefully and just the way she liked it. Jimmy turned back to her and slid her drink across the counter. As Ana handed him a few bills, he remarked, “Ana, you sure are an odd one. Hot chocolate in the middle of the summer?”
“Why not?” she offered lamely in response, chuckling lightly under her breath. “Thank you again,” she added, dropping her change in the tips jar and turning to the rest of the store with her drink. Biting down on her lip, she faltered for a moment. The place was positively packed, and more people were entering every second. Well, she could always head back to her dorm – but really, why would she want to do that? She’d already walked down to the coffee shop simply to bask in its wonderful aura – returning to her dorm, and her boisterous roommate – would defeat the purpose of the entire trip. After all, their hot chocolate wasn’t that good – the only way to drink it properly was to have it in the shop while watching the other customers mingle.
She was intent on finding a seat now, even if it meant introducing herself to someone new. Anastasiya had never been one for introductions, or meeting new people – she loved strangers’ ideas, but she was always fearful of approaching someone out of the blue and starting up a conversation. Things were better in her mind where she could follow the shifting patterns and notions exactly. People were unreliable and there were no formulas for socializing, and that led to awkward hellos and goodbyes that Ana never enjoyed. Scanning the room quickly for a familiar face, Ana’s eyes landed on around her age at one of the tables by the windows. He looked familiar, but she couldn’t place his face with a name.
Taking a few steps in his general direction, Ana stopped. What if he was waiting for someone? She couldn’t plop down in the seat beside him as if it was nothing; what if he had a date, or he was meeting a friend? She couldn’t be rude – but would simply asking to take the seat next to him seem rude? Wrestling with two separate notions in her mind, Ana looked down at her shoes. Maybe turning back would be best. Or maybe it wouldn’t – who wanted to walk in the humidity on an incline with a cup of hot chocolate searing a hole through their hand? Ana knew she didn’t. With this in mind, she continued to walk till she’d reached the boy’s table.
As soon as she saw his dark brown hair, his distant eyes, and the ‘olive undertones’ she’d noted over their IM, Anastasiya knew who she’d encountered. “You’re Roscoe, right?” she asked, her voice soft and meek. Her voice was uncomfortably quiet, she noted, and she cursed herself for not being more assertive. “I… I mean, if you aren’t, I’m really sorry. You just look like this boy who I talked to, over… over IM.” Because that sounds so much better. Meeting someone over IM – what a legitimate source. “You just… you look like him. The same hair, and eyes, and skin.” Taking a deep breath, she eyed the seat opposite the boy and then looked back at the boy himself. She was positive it was him. “I’m Anastasiya, by the way. Could… could I sit here? The rest of the place is packed.” Because he, of course, does not have eyes. Oh Ana, what brilliant deductive skills you have!
my stunna shades for sixteen years. yeah, i know i'm pretty ill.
and obviously i'm a female, can you dig it? if you wanna get in touch with
me just hit me up by pm or msn. oh, and i gotta have me my admin edit.
Coffee and math were the two vilest things imaginable, at least in Anastasiya’s opinion. One was addicting and the other was the complete opposite. It was surprising that Ana was absolutely atrocious at math, what with the way she identified patterns and sequences. Sciences and languages were always her strong points, because each had rules that she could clearly outline and follow ; yet math, the subject with the most rules of them all, failed to grasp her attention. She always found herself nodding off in the middle of class, simply because none of the content taught served any real-life purpose to her. When was she ever going to find the measurement of two angles, or the length of the side opposite a hypotenuse? Never, that was for sure. She wasn’t going to be an engineer, nor was she going to be the next Albert Einstein. All in all, higher-level math was completely useless to her. She could count, and she had a brain. That was as much math knowledge as she needed to know in the real world.
Still, math today had been exhausting. They’d taken a test on derivatives, and, though finding the derivative itself was a piece of cake, Anastasiya encountered trouble applying that knowledge. For the majority of the fifty-five minutes, Ana had wasted time wondering why on earth she’d chosen to take AP Calculus as a junior. Clearly, math wasn’t her strongest subject, and clearly, if she ever met a particle travelling across a straight path, she would not be able to calculate when it reached its maximum height and when it was falling. After running herself in circles, haphazardly writing incoherent answers on the answer sheet, and turning in her paper, Ana was clearly frustrated. She was absolutely atrocious at math, and she had to work and work to maintain her B- average in the class while smarter kids had As handed to them on a silver platter. Who was the nuisance who created math and where could she find him? Revenge was the only obvious remedy to her woes.
Well, revenge and The Beanery. For some reason, she found the small café soothing at any time of day. Oftentimes she’d finished a long English paper and craved the gentle atmosphere the small shop offered. She’d make the ten-minute walk down from Stewart only to find the shop closed, its cream-colored coffee cup dim and unlit, hanging like a weight above her. She’d sulk back to her dorm, carefully brew a pot of bland coffee, and sit in silence, staring out at the Pittsburgh horizon. Listening to her roommate snore and the prickling hum of the air conditioning unit had never been very soothing to Anastasiya, nor did it help her boredom. The Beanery did. It combined the rich aroma of coffee with a cozy, comforting atmosphere and the more artsy Pittsburgh residents. To put it simply, The Beanery had everything just the way Ana liked it.
After her frustratingly long math test, Ana had dropped her books off at her dorm and made the short walk to the small café at the end of the road. Opening the door, she was immediately greeted warmly by the heady fragrance of coffee beans and espresso. Inhaling, Anastasiya smiled. The tension slowly eased out of her shoulders as she approached the counter. Eying the establishment closely, she abruptly sensed the crowdedness of the place today. That’s odd, she thought quietly as the customer in front of her took his drink. It’s three o’clock on a Tuesday. They’re never this crowded now. Brushing the thought from her mind, she gave the boy behind the counter a smile and a small wave.
“Afternoon, Ana,” the employee greeted, smiling. “The usual?”
“Hi, Jimmy,” Ana replied, returning the smile. “That’s fine,” she agreed, watching as the boy grabbed a cup and was whisked away by his manager to create her drink. She watched as he prepared her hot chocolate carefully and just the way she liked it. Jimmy turned back to her and slid her drink across the counter. As Ana handed him a few bills, he remarked, “Ana, you sure are an odd one. Hot chocolate in the middle of the summer?”
“Why not?” she offered lamely in response, chuckling lightly under her breath. “Thank you again,” she added, dropping her change in the tips jar and turning to the rest of the store with her drink. Biting down on her lip, she faltered for a moment. The place was positively packed, and more people were entering every second. Well, she could always head back to her dorm – but really, why would she want to do that? She’d already walked down to the coffee shop simply to bask in its wonderful aura – returning to her dorm, and her boisterous roommate – would defeat the purpose of the entire trip. After all, their hot chocolate wasn’t that good – the only way to drink it properly was to have it in the shop while watching the other customers mingle.
She was intent on finding a seat now, even if it meant introducing herself to someone new. Anastasiya had never been one for introductions, or meeting new people – she loved strangers’ ideas, but she was always fearful of approaching someone out of the blue and starting up a conversation. Things were better in her mind where she could follow the shifting patterns and notions exactly. People were unreliable and there were no formulas for socializing, and that led to awkward hellos and goodbyes that Ana never enjoyed. Scanning the room quickly for a familiar face, Ana’s eyes landed on around her age at one of the tables by the windows. He looked familiar, but she couldn’t place his face with a name.
Taking a few steps in his general direction, Ana stopped. What if he was waiting for someone? She couldn’t plop down in the seat beside him as if it was nothing; what if he had a date, or he was meeting a friend? She couldn’t be rude – but would simply asking to take the seat next to him seem rude? Wrestling with two separate notions in her mind, Ana looked down at her shoes. Maybe turning back would be best. Or maybe it wouldn’t – who wanted to walk in the humidity on an incline with a cup of hot chocolate searing a hole through their hand? Ana knew she didn’t. With this in mind, she continued to walk till she’d reached the boy’s table.
As soon as she saw his dark brown hair, his distant eyes, and the ‘olive undertones’ she’d noted over their IM, Anastasiya knew who she’d encountered. “You’re Roscoe, right?” she asked, her voice soft and meek. Her voice was uncomfortably quiet, she noted, and she cursed herself for not being more assertive. “I… I mean, if you aren’t, I’m really sorry. You just look like this boy who I talked to, over… over IM.” Because that sounds so much better. Meeting someone over IM – what a legitimate source. “You just… you look like him. The same hair, and eyes, and skin.” Taking a deep breath, she eyed the seat opposite the boy and then looked back at the boy himself. She was positive it was him. “I’m Anastasiya, by the way. Could… could I sit here? The rest of the place is packed.” Because he, of course, does not have eyes. Oh Ana, what brilliant deductive skills you have!
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