Talk about the Weather

Summary:
July 27 2014: Thomas Nashoba takes a day off and runs into a college student hiding from the weather

The Roast

A small independent coffee shop.


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Mood Music:
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Thomas is… well, for once he's not working. There's a coffee house, little independent place not too far from NYU that's known for having really good coffee more than for having slapped green logos on everything. Atmosphere's nice. People are nice. And while Thomas is usually a beer kind of guy himself he's worked in the Marshal's Service long enough that he can he appreciates a good cup of joe. Black, with no sweetener, thanks.

This is where Thomas finds himself today, taking a break (and a rare day off) from hunting down the laundry list of fugitives from US justice that's sitting on his desk in the office. The place is middling busy, a lot of the tables are occupied and it's a nice day out, so his window seat has a good view of a busy street corner. All in all, not a bad day so far. Not at all.

*

Amy was trying to find a store to get a book, and well, it's just too sticky. It's not hot.. it's just sticky. And miserable. She ducks into this coffee shop, and has to tug at her dress, as sticky as it is, before finding a place to sit, not far from where Thomas happens to be, at an adjacent table.

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The young lady gets a smile and a raised glass from the Native American man sitting over in the corner by the window. She looks like a college type, if he had to guess. Which is not uncommon, really. The Roast is literally blocks away from NYU. Easily within walking distance of the campus, so it sees a lot of college traffic in addition to a fair number of professional types that know of the places really good French roast.

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Amy tugs at her dress a bit more, getting it more sensible instead of clinging to her sweat. Thens he gets up, waving at the stranger in return, as she goes over to order. She asks for a large iced mocha, and a cup of ice water along with it. Just too sweaty today. And with that, she returns to her seat, drinking the water quickly to start off. "Oh I hate this weather so much."

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The coffee house isn't so large, or so loud yet that she can't be heard one table over. "The humidity?" Well it does make walk around the city at lot less pleasant. Par for the course in New York and, indeed, much of the rest of the East Coast. "Not from around here, are you?" It's a casual question, but not an uncommon story. Colleges tend to attract people from around the world after all. "I'm from Oklahoma originally myself. Still kind of getting used to it."

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Amy laughs a little. "Yeah I'm from California, and this humidity is so awful. It's never really hot here but this is just terrible." She then finishes her water, and grabs a napkin to dab her face. "Ugh."

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"Ah." Thomas nods with a chuckle. "Yes that is pretty far from home. Out here for school, if you don't mind my asking?" Thomas sips at his coffee and shifts in his seat to be oriented less toward the window and more toward the young woman he's now talking to. Fortunately at least inside the air conditioning of the coffee house mitigates the stick-factor somewhat. Though that's somewhat mitigated itself by the door opening constantly.

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Amy nods "Yeah, for school," she smiles weakly at the guy, as she sets aside the empty water up,a nd begins to suck on her coffee through her straw. She's fortunately dried off enough now that her dress isn't literally sticking to her now. "And it's still sticky at night, so you can't even really just pick a good time of day. At least in the desert it cools off at night."

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"Well yes, the water doesn't go away." In evidence of the fact, Thomas' normal long sleeves are rolled up to the elbow. Hey, a guy has to keep cool somehow. "What are you studying if you don't mind my asking?"

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Amy is downing her coffee, really needing to recover the hydration. Swallowing she shrugs. "I don't mind. I'm studying engineering at Columbia. What do you do? I'm Amy by the way."

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"Nice to meet you Amy. My name's Thomas. I'm with the US Marshal's service station here in New York." Recently arrived, also, though Thomas imagines the circumstances of his transfer from Missouri up to here aren't of huge interest to most people. "Just got here a couple weeks ago myself so I'm still getting acclimated."

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Amy nods and smiles. "Oh, that's fancy," she laughs softly, pausing to drink more cool, cool coffee. "I am so glad I stopped in here, I was thirstier than I Realized. I mean, I'm used to being thirsty in the actual hot weather, used to needing to hydrate fast, but I'm not really getting used to this.

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"Yeah, you do lose water fast here. I've taken to having bottled water with me wherever I go. It gets worse if you do a lot of walking. I'm going to, um, guess that you do." Thomas is fairly that it's not nice to tell a young lady that she looked like a sticky mess when she walked in. And it's not like pretty much everyone who walks in here doesn't look the same to one degree or another. "You'll get used to it though. Give it another summer and you'll hardly notice."

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Amy tilts her head. "Well I do try to use the subway, but yeah you do have to walk around a bunch too. How can you tell?" she smiles, then sucking on her straw once more. "I doubt I'll ever get used to it. I spent over 18 years in sensible weather. This is just silly."

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"Call it a hunch. Police intuition or something like that." Thomas says with wry little grin. "I'm fairly sure everyone feels that way when first getting here though. The East is… rather unique in its weather. At least it'll get a little better once fall sets in."

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Amy puts her cup down, tracing her fingers on the condensation covering the bottom half of the cup. "It's uniquely terrible. At least there are real beaches in a place like Florida, but then you have hurricanes… should have gone to Caltech. And I guess you're good at investigating." Not that her tan lines wouldn't be a giveaway or anything.

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That draws a chuckle from Thomas. "Sort of a requirement of the job, yeah. Though, I mean, you clearly spend a fair bit of time in the sun. And it's not uncommon for college students to walk a lot. Saves money after all. I'd say I remember those days, but I did the police and Marshal's thing rather than the college thing so, not so much."

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Amy laughs a little, looking down at herself, giving her dress another quick tug on the side, to keep it loose. "I thought they had police academies? Or is that only for you know, local cops and not federal?"

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"Oh they do. I have the equivalent of a Bachelors in Criminal Science by now." Another sip of coffee. Hrm. Thomas swirls his cup and looks down at it. May need another soon. "However it's a lot of on the job education and distance learning. Not a regular college experience at all. Or, at least, I'm guessing it's not."

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Amy smiles and nods a little, as she gets close to finishing her coffee. But at least she's well hydrated now. "Oh, I don't even want to go back out there yet, so I'm going to get another in a bit." she laughs. "And that sounds interesting. Probably really dangerous too though. Especially when you know, those supers and things are doing crimes."

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Thomas holds up his cup in acknowledgement and then drains it. "Can be yeah. Been working this job for four years. Seems like a lot longer sometimes." Really, the Marshal should order something cold but… eh, another coffee it is. He slides out of his seat, leaving his empty cup to mark his place as he gets in line.

"Though like most jobs, it's not how most people think. There's a lot of paperwork, a lot of late night watching in uncomfortable cars. That kind of thing." He chuckles and places his order. "So how are you enjoying engineering?"

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Amy goes to get in line with him, finishing her coffee on the way, and tossing both empty cups. "Well school's not hard, kind of boring, so I'm just exploring the city and stuff while I'm here. I'm sure it'll get more interesting later but the thing about going to Columbia is, if you made it you're over prepared for it. So why'd you come here from Oklahoma? Big promotion?"

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After stepping out of the way of the register Thomas remains nearby to continue the conversation. "Yes and no. There was a Marshal retiring at the station here and I have a good record for finding people. There's a lot of folks in the Three Cities area that need caught. Or caught again as the case may be. A lot of them hide out in Gotham, actually, but thankfully our offices aren't there." He makes a face at the notion of having to work in Gotham itself. Ick.

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Amy orders hers right after, and goes to lean on the counter, hand on the surface, turning to face Thomas, looking him over. "I guess Marshals don't have a uniform?" she smiles. "And is Gotham that bad or something?" she adds with a little laugh.

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Unless jeans and button up that'd be equally at home were Thomas riding a horse are the uniform, probably no. "I'm off duty today. Just relaxing, but no, no uniform at least for folks like me. Just a badge. They trust us to have the dress code thing down for the most part."

The mention of Gotham makes him sigh. "It's not a bad city, but crime there is a lot worse and the town is just sort of generally less nice. The police are stretched thinner, folks are a bit more 'every man for themselves', I wouldn't go to school there if I could avoid it, certainly."

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Amy frowns a little. "Ah I see, well, Columbia's in upper Manhattan so I haven't actually needed to visit Gotham yet." she nods. And now the coffees are coming, she snags hers, then goes back to sit again, though she sits across from where he was sitting before, at the same table. "Does the local crime really matter for Marshals though?"

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"It does if you have to work in it." Thomas grins sitting back down at his seat after turning it. "But to answer your questions, no. Unless it has a connection to one of our cases, or local PD asks for our help, we usually just leave it to, well, local PD. And the New York department does a fine job so far as it goes." They even have a few tricks up their sleeve though based on what he's seen, they don't appreciate them like they should.

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Amy grins and nods. "That's a really good point. If you have to, you know, commute someplace awful, then it's awful. So it's good you get to work somewhere you like, though it's probably not as nice as Oklahoma."

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"It is and it isn't Oklahoma gets plenty hot, though not usually this humid." Thomas takes another sip of his coffee and sets it down. "And there's a lot more to do here in New York when you're off. Oklahoma is a lot of flat cornfields. Very nutritious, but not much for stuff to do after work." Oh the flatness. Corn as far as the eye can see. which may not be very far in the harvest season.

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Amy laughs again as she begins to suck on her fresh straw. 'Yeah but, doesn't it cool off at night inland that far? That's the worst part here. I mean, it's sticky all night. If I didn't have AC I'd get desperate.."

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"More or less, yes. Still not as nice as California. Only been out there a few times on business but of the complaints I had, weather was never one of them." The Marshal leans back for a moment, remembering. "LA Traffic on the other hand, now…"

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Amy laughs at that. "Yeah you get used to that I guess. You just learn when to go and how to get there," she smiles weakly. "Not that I ever had to do a lot of that in high school." And this coffee is going more slowly, being all hydrated. "I may just nurse this coffee a bit to stay inside."

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That meets with a somewhat indulgent smile from Thomas. "Well you did just buy two drinks in ten minutes. I think that's probably earned you some AC time." It's not like they can tell her to leave for loitering after all. "But by all means, having things to drink in a coffee house is probably encouraged."

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"Well much like it sounds you are, I'm off today. Ordinarily I don't stop by coffee shops when I'm working and just chat." Not that Thomas is anti social, just… very very busy. And, you know, fugitives don't often hang out in places like this.

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Amy laughs a little. "I'd feel bad if I talked your ear off and you got in trouble, you know?" she grins, then taking another tiny sip. "I'd ask what kind of stuff you work on, but it's probably a secret."

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Thomas shakes his head with a little grin. "I'm not a spy. It's not secret so much as there are court orders on some cases regarding releasing the particulars. But generally I do what most people in my division do. I look for fugitives from Federal law, either who have been tried and escaped or who fled before they could be tried. Like I said, it's one of those jobs that's frequently very tedious and then gets almost too exciting without notice."

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Amy giggles "So you're searching every doghouse, farmhouse, hen-house, and outhouse." Then another little sip. "Oh wow I just realized a lot of those guys probably have powers and stuff. that's crazy. I bet they don't pay you enough."

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"They don't pay any of us enough." Thomas winks. "And I don't do it with the same flair as Tommy Lee Jones. I like to think I do on some days though." He sips his coffee again. "Mostly though it's an unbelievable game of 'Mother May I'."

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Amy grins and takes another sip. "You actually have to worry about laws and rights and stuff. Well, that's what makes you one of the good guys, Thomas." she nods slowly. "Maybe I'll just go see a movie or something, find a theater on the way back to my place, to get out of the wet and sticky air next."

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"Thanks Amy," he nods. "I do appreciate that. Movies? I think there are a couple of new ones out, right. That does sound like it might be a good way for someone to kill a few hours out of the heat." It's not like it'll be any less hot and humid when the movie is done Thomas knows, but at least she won't have been sitting around in it during that time.

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Amy laughs a little. "Hey yeah, if you're off duty then you could go too right?" she laughs. "So what kinds of movies do you like? Honestly I'd watch anything just to let it cool off a little, get a little less sticky. Maybe we'll get lucky and it'll start raining after the movie."

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Did she just… invite him to the movies? He doesn't normally… oh, why the hell not? "Just about anything myself. There's a new one out though that's supposed to be okay, I think. Guardians something. I don't keep up on it, as you can tell. And I wouldn't mind, I think. I'm don't really have any plans today." One last drink of coffee and Thomas twists in his seat to stuff it into the trash can behind him.

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Amy keeps hers with her, since she was taking her time with it. "Alright let me find a theater then we can walk to," she nods, getting up with him, pulling out her phone, and starting to mess with it. "There's one like a block over, so we'll only need one shower by the time we get there, not two."

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"Lucky us." Thomas laughs. He's made up his mind a while back not to let it bother him too much. Humidity is just sort of a thing in New York after all and it's looking like he's gonna be here for a while.

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Amy stops at the door, and sighs before stepping out. She winces as soon as the heavy, wet air hits her. "I hate this so much," she sighs, starting to suck on the coffee as she walks. "You're adjusting so much better than I am though. Lucky you, yeah," she laughs.

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It is a bit like hitting a wall of hot air. "I'm used to the hot, and the Midwest gets humid like this too. Well, maybe not quite like this but more so than California." Thomas offers Amy a slight shrug and an encouraging grin. "I'm sure you'll acclimate."

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Amy shakes her head. "I really doubt it," she laughs, stopping at the intersection between them and the theater. "I'll let you pick the movie though, because I really don't care. I mean, maybe I'll like it. I am hoping for rain though. I'm not going to check the forecast though because if there's no rain then I can't cross my fingers and hope."

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The light turns green, the sign lights up and Thomas starts crossing. "There's always some chance of a summer thunderstorm." He doesn't mention that it's not really feeling like there will be one, but these things do change fairly quickly.

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Amy sighs. "Yeah, I'm not optimistic either," she says disappointedly, reading his tone a little. "But I'm hoping. I mean, I hate rain, but I hate rain less than I hate this." Once they're inside, she turns away from him, and gives her dress a few quick pulls to get decent, then uses the top of her dress to fan herself a little. Drying off. "If my parents weren't watching the trust fund I'd just use Uber for everything."

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Thomas gives the lady her privacy. It's hot, after all. "Aaaah." Trust fund, well that makes some sense. "I imagine an arrangement like that makes living a bit easier though." That said, Thomas will pay for the tickets. Which he does. It's the hero flick du-jour, but it's supposed to be okay. "Care for some popcorn?" He asks, politely.

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Amy has to throw away her half-drained coffee before going on, which she does with a sigh. "Sure, Better get a coke too though. Want to just split a big one? You got the tickets so why don't I get the snacks?"

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Thomas smiles at her offer to get snacks. He's got a regular income and movie concessions won't break his budget. But, if she'd prefer, far be it from him to say her nay. "If you'd like Amy." Rather nice of her to offer considering what popcorn costs these days.

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Amy does have the trust fund after all. So as they wait in line, she purses her lips and considers. "I think I'll get a pizza too. Pizza and popcorn and a coke. I am kind of hungry. Anything else you want?" She pays with a bank card easily enough.

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"I think I'm set, but thank you." Thomas picks up the big bag of popcorn so Amy doesn't have to carry it all and indicates the appropriate theatre with a tilt of his head. "This way, then?" It was around lunchtime so he's not surprised at the hunger. He had two scones himself so, there is that.

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Amy nods, glad he took that since she can't carry her coke and the pizza and the popcorn. She picks a seat mid-high, in the middle, perfect placement, getting settled in. Once the lights dim, she fans herself a bit more with her dress, and starts in on the food. Leaning over, she asks softly "so is this movie any good?"

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He leans back over so as not to talk over the credits as they roll. "Supposed to be, but I don't get out to see many movies. Suppose we'll find out, mmm?" There's a crunch as a few kernels of popcorn find their way into Thomas' mouth. Mmmmm. Buttered, even.

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Amy lets out a heavy sigh as she fans herself a little more, really appreciating the air conditioning. She works on both the popcorn and the pizza, taking her time with each over the next two hours. But she eats the pizza , and he gets more popcorn than she does. At least it was really extra buttered, so that's great. Better than you get at home. "Much better mood now, even if it's not going to rain," she mutters at a quiet moment.

*

Theaters are really, really good places to cool off. They always seem to have that industrial strength air conditioning blowing. And hey, the film isn't half bad either. "Glad to hear it." Thomas murmurs back. He imagines she's looking better to. She had looked rather miserable when she came in. Though of course it's impossible to really tell in a dark movie theatre.

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Amy eventually stopped sighing even as she cooled and dried off. She feels like a person now, at least for the rest of the movie. When it's done, and the lights come on, she leans back, and sighs, taking the last slurp from her big cup. "Well, we've put it off as long as we can, Thomas," she snickers. "Thanks for coming along, it would have felt weird coming alone now that I thnk about it."

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"Oh, my pleasure. It was a nice change of pace." Thomas says, stretching with a smile and shifting slightly to loosen his back up before he stands. "Here, let me take the trash." He says even as he gathers it all up. Trashcan's on the way out, anyway.

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Amy laughs and smiles "Sure, thanks." She doesn't mention she was just going to leave it all there. She stretches herself, bending each leg at the knee, pulling her foot up, in turn. Then throwing her arms over her head. "I guess I've stalled long enough and have to figure out something to do for real or just go home. You doing anything?"

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Thwup. There goes the trash. Movie trash is best trash. It doesn't leak all over you unlike crime scene trash.

"Not in particular." Thomas calls up from the trash can as the theater empties. "Why do you ask?"

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Amy walks on over and shrugs. "Just bored. I really don't feel like going to classes or anything like that. Not really. At least not this semester. Too boring, too easy."

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"Well, maybe that'll change as you get into the advanced ones. Hopefully, anyway. I imagine it'd be really kind of awful to be studying for something you found boring as hell." Thomas nods and turns with Amy to make his way out back toward the lobby and the street.

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Amy again stops before pushing the door to leave, and lets out a little whimper once the air hits her. "No rain. Though I don't have an umbrella so ehh." she complains. "And it's not that I think the subject is boring, it's that I just know all this stuff already."

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The getting wet part would have been rather inconvenient. "All general ed stuff? Or are you just an advanced student?" Could be either. They've not talked about anything that complex but certainly Thomas has observed that his companion seems intelligent enough.

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Amy shakes her head. "Nah it's just the basic physics, chemistry.. ehh it's all I know preparing AP and IB." she sighs. "I hope I don't sound like I'm bragging or anything."

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Thomas gives her a reassuring smile. "Oh no. Plenty of bright people out there and it's always frustrating to be rehashing things you've already learned just to prove that you know them. Plenty of that, sadly, in every career field. So what kind of engineering is it to be? Electrical? Mechanical? Civil?"

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Amy winces, and wishes she'd saved a napkin from the theater to wipe her brow. "Probably electrical…" she says with some hesitation. "Not really sure. I have some time to decide." Then looking up at him "I hope you know where you're walking because I'm just following you."

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"Just back toward the coffee shop. I figure wherever you need to go it's probably not too horribly far from there. Seemed like a good place to start." Frowning at Amy's expression Thomas reaches into a pocket and produces a hand kerchief. "Here, maybe this'll help."

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Amy sighs deeply and smiles "Thank you." She takes it gladly, and begins to wipe her forehead with it. "It's gonna be wet by the time I'm done with it though… You're a lifesaver, Thomas."

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"That's what it's for," Thomas laughs. "I always carry one or two with me. Never know when something might need wiping. Especially at my job. You can hang onto it if you'd like."

Even the slightly more acclimated Thomas is sweating a bit, he just seems to mind it a lot less.

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Amy laughs "Sorry, and thanks. And.. eww." She interrupts herself with that once she realized what he's actually saying. "You pick up bloody stuff with these things don't you?"

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Thomas laughs. "Um, no. Well I have, but I get rid of those. Just, you know, getting dust off something or, uh…" How to put this. "Letting someone dry their eyes. You see more people crying in my line of work than you'd really think at first. And it's awkward having them do it on your shoulder or sleeve. Just a bit."

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Amy blinks and sighs at that. "Oooh that's awful," she says, biting her lip and shaking her head. "They really don't pay you enough do they?" She keeps no wiping her whole face, fighting the flood, and wiping her own eyes too, so they don't sting when he sweat gets in there anyway. "Do you have a card? In case I need my doghouse checked?"

*

It takes a moment for Thomas to dig out his wallet, but he appears to have several cards in there. "Sure. Not sure why you would, but here you go. Goes to my office phone which forwards to my cell if I'm out." Get her doghouse checked. Heh. Oh dear, that movie.

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Amy laughs a little. "Well, you know. It feels weird to talk all day and then say oh well, we'll never talk to each other ever again in the big city, you know?" She then goes into her purse, and pulls out a post-it note to write her email address down. "Here you go, Thomas," then putting his card and her pad into her purse.

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"Thanks." Thomas attaches the note to one of his other cards and slides it into the wallet. "If nothing else we could certainly meet for coffee again. Do you often have free time like today, or is it just this weekend?" College students are renowned for being quite busy after all.

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Amy laughs a little. "I probably have a lot more free afternoons than you do honestly. Sure we could meet again. Maybe even see another movie."


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