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Post by arexasaurus on Feb 5, 2021 17:23:22 GMT -5
Olivia Malice assistant city attorney
For once in her life, Olivia did not want to go into work today. She had woken up to more news about Bridge Tanner's death in an email from the City Prosecutor's office. The offices worked together, for some projects, but this wasn't something she was needed on. They didn't need the extra help just because the mayor's son killed himself. It sounded harsh, but she didn't like the extra resources going into this just because of his last name and the power that it holds. She found it rather distasteful, the way the whole thing is being treated.
Which is why she was outside of a cafe and not at her office. She not only wanted a double shot Americano but also stress relief. She read the studies on how owning a cat reduces your stress, but she wasn't exactly a pet person. So the Cattuccino was one of her favorite local businesses. It did, however, seem rather busy today. Which made Olivia pause. The whole point of avoiding the office was to stay away from everyone's talk about local news. Maybe she needed to go somewhere else.
That plan of action fell apart when she spotted Harper, and a real smile was brought to her face. Olivia only hoped the journalist had other news, not about Mr. Tanner. The young woman started off again, just in order to catch Harper before she took off. "Ms. Williams!" Olivia started out, formal as ever. "How's my favorite journalist?" She used her most charming smile, trying to kick this conversation off on the right foot.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Feb 6, 2021 19:30:33 GMT -5
Simon Lewinsky 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 Well, that sucked. Simon let out a small groan, running his hand through thick curls, pouting for just a moment because he was hoping that someone would actually like her would actually know whoever it was who knocked that drink everywhere. " Dang. Well- guys gotta try at least." He was close to complaining, too, but it wasn't like he could just complain to a complete stranger. At least, thats what he thought until she brought attention to an entire drinks worth of a stain on his shirt. " Yeah. It was like someone got spooked by the news, ran outta here and knocked my drink onto me. Lucky it wasn't too hot," He sighed, grimacing as he looked down at what used to be his chai latte, pouting for real now as he fixed his glasses. " So, trust me, I'm well aware. Hopefully the barista'll take pity on me and make me a new one. Person was gone before I could get their attention." Simon explained, mildly annoyed still, but his focus was back onto the news. The guy was really dead, wasn't he? It was kind of weird that whoever it was reacted so strongly to that. Were people really that affected with this jerks death? Of course Simon wasn't mourning, why would he when the guy forced him out of his own home with ridiculous pricing? It wasn't like he was going to go down to the bar and celebrate it- well. Not yet, at least, but were there actually people that this made a difference in their direct lives? Of course, Simon could easily be making assumptions about this situation. The person could have easily lost track of the time here and had a shift to go to , or a class. Simon was certainly guilty of doing both- and why wouldn't he? The cats were absolutely adorable here and he was seriously starting to consider adopting Marsh "Mall" ow at this point. He'd spent enough time in this cafe that he was starting to get attached to the cats here.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Feb 7, 2021 1:41:31 GMT -5
Marilou Branwen
Maybe it was because the poor guy really looked like he wasn’t having a good day, or maybe it was because she had a cat on her lap and that put everyone into a good mood, or maybe she just needed a break from her case, but as Marilou looked over at him, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of pity. So, sighing, she got up to her feet. “So what drink did you have?” She asked, gently placing Mall down. She didn’t usually did this, especially since this was not her business, she just took advantage of the cats and the coffee, but hey, the guy looked like he needed it. “My girlfriend owns the place...well, kind of, technically it’s Tanner’s, but Sadie’s done all the work here, Tanner did nothing,” except try to replace Sadie, which was totally unacceptable if you asked Marilou. “I’ll get you something new,” she explained, she’d still pay for it of course, Sadie could use the money, but she wasn’t going to make this poor sap pay when his original one was ruined.
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