Tom sat in the smallish table just after finishing up on set, of course, out of any ridiculous outfit or something of the sorts. Empty minded, he had assumed, he looked out of the rather large window, the city still full of life, even at the latest of hours….
Tom chuckled shaking his head. “Ah, no I don’t mind…” He gestured to the seat across from him, sipping his coffee again. It was perhaps even approaching early morning now, he was still surprised how crowded it was in the morning, his fingers tapping a soundless rhythm on the half-full paper cup he held. “Rather crowded, huh? Surprised to find a seat?” The actor joked, looking to her with his honest smile.
“Absolutely. If it wasn’t getting cold out there, I’d’ve just taken my drink and left, but brrrr!” Tagging the chair out with one foot, Summer managed to get seated without any kind of disastrous spill or clumsiness. With a long sigh, she pulled the clip out of her hair and tossed her head a little, letting the length of it unfurl down her back. “Oh god, that’s better.
“So,” she grinned at the guy across the table, “I’m Summer, and I’m still awake because I’m an insomniac who likes to wander. What about you?”
Tom replied with a small ‘ahh’ as well as a slow nod of his head, nearly sensing the cold from the window near him. He was glad to be wearing a leather jacket at the time, rubbing his arm as she spoke. His blue eyes flickered up to the next person to leave or enter the small cafe, feeling the wind pushing into the place until the door slowly shut. As well as the wind, the sounds of the beeping cars or the crowds of people still talking pushed in.
“Summer, a lovely name!” He smiled, looking back to her. Tom was sure to take it into note, sure to remember it. “A pleasure to meet you, love! My name is Tom, an actor..just taking a short coffee fix before heading back..” The actor replied, his hands leaving the coffee and pushed them in his jacket’s pockets.
“If you’re out this late, but having to head back, you must be a screen actor, not a stage actor … the Broadway kids don’t usually have to head back at this hour.” Summer smiled, cocking her head and drumming her fingertips on the notebook. “Night shoots must suck.”
Tom nodded, returning a smile back to her. “Yup, on screen actor..although, I did do some on stage acting as well..” he replied, obviously passionate of acting and such other thing. He glanced down to her notebook, “Ah, do…you write or draw?” The actor asked curiously, sitting up a bit straighter, letting out a slow breath as he did.
“Oh, write,” she laughed. “I can’t draw to save my life. I’ve tried every little creative thing out there, but if you want to be any good you have to get focused, you know? So I picked the writing, because I just couldn’t bear to sacrifice my hair to the stage.
“It works out pretty well, but I do have to be careful of picking up other peoples’ voices. I swear, after I read Butterfly and Hellflower I talked slang for a week!”
Tom sat in the smallish table just after finishing up on set, of course, out of any ridiculous outfit or something of the sorts. Empty minded, he had assumed, he looked out of the rather large window, the city still full of life, even at the latest of hours….
Tom chuckled shaking his head. “Ah, no I don’t mind…” He gestured to the seat across from him, sipping his coffee again. It was perhaps even approaching early morning now, he was still surprised how crowded it was in the morning, his fingers tapping a soundless rhythm on the half-full paper cup he held. “Rather crowded, huh? Surprised to find a seat?” The actor joked, looking to her with his honest smile.
“Absolutely. If it wasn’t getting cold out there, I’d’ve just taken my drink and left, but brrrr!” Tagging the chair out with one foot, Summer managed to get seated without any kind of disastrous spill or clumsiness. With a long sigh, she pulled the clip out of her hair and tossed her head a little, letting the length of it unfurl down her back. “Oh god, that’s better.
“So,” she grinned at the guy across the table, “I’m Summer, and I’m still awake because I’m an insomniac who likes to wander. What about you?”
Tom replied with a small ‘ahh’ as well as a slow nod of his head, nearly sensing the cold from the window near him. He was glad to be wearing a leather jacket at the time, rubbing his arm as she spoke. His blue eyes flickered up to the next person to leave or enter the small cafe, feeling the wind pushing into the place until the door slowly shut. As well as the wind, the sounds of the beeping cars or the crowds of people still talking pushed in.
“Summer, a lovely name!” He smiled, looking back to her. Tom was sure to take it into note, sure to remember it. “A pleasure to meet you, love! My name is Tom, an actor..just taking a short coffee fix before heading back..” The actor replied, his hands leaving the coffee and pushed them in his jacket’s pockets.
“If you’re out this late, but having to head back, you must be a screen actor, not a stage actor … the Broadway kids don’t usually have to head back at this hour.” Summer smiled, cocking her head and drumming her fingertips on the notebook. “Night shoots must suck.”
Tom sat in the smallish table just after finishing up on set, of course, out of any ridiculous outfit or something of the sorts. Empty minded, he had assumed, he looked out of the rather large window, the city still full of life, even at the latest of hours….
Tom chuckled shaking his head. “Ah, no I don’t mind…” He gestured to the seat across from him, sipping his coffee again. It was perhaps even approaching early morning now, he was still surprised how crowded it was in the morning, his fingers tapping a soundless rhythm on the half-full paper cup he held. “Rather crowded, huh? Surprised to find a seat?” The actor joked, looking to her with his honest smile.
“Absolutely. If it wasn’t getting cold out there, I’d’ve just taken my drink and left, but brrrr!” Tagging the chair out with one foot, Summer managed to get seated without any kind of disastrous spill or clumsiness. With a long sigh, she pulled the clip out of her hair and tossed her head a little, letting the length of it unfurl down her back. “Oh god, that’s better.
“So,” she grinned at the guy across the table, “I’m Summer, and I’m still awake because I’m an insomniac who likes to wander. What about you?”
Tom sat in the smallish table just after finishing up on set, of course, out of any ridiculous outfit or something of the sorts. Empty minded, he had assumed, he looked out of the rather large window, the city still full of life, even at the latest of hours. His coffee had started to cool off in his hand, picking up to sip it with a little sigh. Nothing was wrong, the actor had only guessed he was just tired, judging the hectic week.
He looked up, picking up a simple smile. “Hello there, can I help you?” Tom asked in a small and gentle voice, leaning back to his chair.
“Sorry, I just … ” Summer gestured around the crowded little place. “This is the only empty seat in here. Do you mind?” One hand was full of paper cup, the other of spiral-bound notebook and pencil. Tough luck, when the only empty chair was across from someone so handsome it would be a struggle not to stare.
“Hey, just because I think my twin is prettier than me doesn’t mean I don’t know my own worth. There are people alive today that wouldn’t be without me.”
Tom smiled slightly. “Sorry about that..”
“You didn’t know about it. It’s okay.” She raked her fingers back through her hair.
“You think not? It’s really amazing how much we get programmed to say things without realising it. But okay, let’s just follow that for a bit — what makes you say I’m so nice?”
“Okay, well we haven’t met so terribly long ago, yet you invited me into your house, watched for a bit..I don’t think that you’re mean, or anything of those..”
“See how little you can come up with?” Summer shrugged again. “I seem nice because I cheat. I know when people can be trusted, and when they can’t. Now you, there’s shadows in there, right enough, but you’ve never let them rule you. You have a good heart, and everything that’s happened to you has made it stronger.”
Tom looked down for a moment, seeming to think about it. “Sorry, I really just don’t want people to think of themselves so lowly..it may be one thing to be humble, but..I really don’t know.”
“Hey, just because I think my twin is prettier than me doesn’t mean I don’t know my own worth. There are people alive today that wouldn’t be without me.”
“You think not? It’s really amazing how much we get programmed to say things without realising it. But okay, let’s just follow that for a bit — what makes you say I’m so nice?”
“Okay, well we haven’t met so terribly long ago, yet you invited me into your house, watched for a bit..I don’t think that you’re mean, or anything of those..”
“See how little you can come up with?” Summer shrugged again. “I seem nice because I cheat. I know when people can be trusted, and when they can’t. Now you, there’s shadows in there, right enough, but you’ve never let them rule you. You have a good heart, and everything that’s happened to you has made it stronger.”
“Ah, but we were talking about pretty. That’s about looks. Nice is … nice is what you tell a girl when you don’t want to hurt her feelings. It’s an escape.”
“Okay, now then, why would I want to escape?”
“Escape from her romantic attachment, escape from a situation where she really is fishing for compliments … ” Summer shrugged. “It’s kind of a meaningless thing that sounds good.”
“I don’t really get people today, excuse me if I sound..’old fashioned’, but I wouldn’t really say it if I thought it was just a meaningless blurt..”
“You think not? It’s really amazing how much we get programmed to say things without realising it. But okay, let’s just follow that for a bit — what makes you say I’m so nice?”
“Ah, but we were talking about pretty. That’s about looks. Nice is … nice is what you tell a girl when you don’t want to hurt her feelings. It’s an escape.”
“Okay, now then, why would I want to escape?”
“Escape from her romantic attachment, escape from a situation where she really is fishing for compliments … ” Summer shrugged. “It’s kind of a meaningless thing that sounds good.”
“Let me see.” Summer hitched herself up on one elbow to look at him. “We’ll set the issues of my build wholly aside for the moment. My mouth is too wide, my eyes too narrow, when I laugh I look like a horse, my forehead is too broad, and oh yes, I have no chest to speak of.”
“Does it matter of your looks? You’re terribly nice, but you think too little of yourself..” He said, leaning back on his hands that propped him up.
“Ah, but we were talking about pretty. That’s about looks. Nice is … nice is what you tell a girl when you don’t want to hurt her feelings. It’s an escape.”