muted tones of grey and gold;

[emma leigh ryder]

``so I'll call you on the tin can phone,
&& we'll rendevous a quarter 'till two and make sure we're alone. ♥

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Her eyes had taken a second to adjust to the fluorescent lighting of the hallways, leaving little squigglies in her vision. Emma always found amusement in trying to focus on one, though when she looked towards it, it always moved away. And when she gave up, it went back to the center of her stare. Every time it happened, she would chase it around her eyes, but she refrained this time; her gaze on Ryder, waiting for a response.

Emma had expected some sort of response from him, whether it be vocal or in his body language, but was a little saddened when she didn't see one. It didn't show in her expression, she still held the smile that had been put there by Ryder in the first place; but she didn't exactly look forward to thinking of something to break the silence that was coming.

"I hope you haven't been intimidated by me at the shop. I'm not all that bad, as you can clearly see. The others are always avoiding me. I hope you won't anymore. No one over there talks to me." Ever since Emma was promoted to assistant manager, none of her coworkers would even look in her direction. Out of either fear or jealousy, she guessed. The latter of the two was a reason she found rather hilarious.

She had worked her butt off for that promotion, and she didn't understand how a simple job switch could change so many opinions about her. Emma didn't really mind the change, but it bugged her conscience when she wondered why it happened. She deserved that job, couldn't the rest of them just be happy for her?

Drops of rain water continued to slide down her blonde locks of hair, falling onto the carpet she stood on. It wouldn't be long before the drops formed a rather large dark spot on the carpet, maybe even a puddle. Emma was pretty soaked from standing in the middle of that storm, just like Ryder was. In fact, she wouldn't be suprised if a puddle of water formed where they stood for a while.

She hoped for something from him this time, even a raise of the eyebrow or a small smile. Ryder didn't need to contribute to the conversation if he didn't want to, Emma could tell when people didn't want to talk. There were hints, and feelings, she knew all too well. If he didn't want to, she'd just tell him that she'd see him at work, and be on her way.

There were plenty of things Emma could do by herself: she'd started a book not too long ago that wasn't finished, she could complete the art project that was due next week, she could write out the work schedule for next month, she hadn't watched TV in a while, her piano skills were starting to fade. See? Plenty of things she could do. By this point, however, she wasn't sure if she wanted to do anything by herself. She'd gotten used to talking with Ryder; he was probably the only one who'd ever started a conversation with her.

mood: bored; not sad anymore; sorry for today
song: California On My Mind - Wild Light
word count: 653
notes: meh. just noticed it says 'you feels as though...', nice.

[ryder hawthorne tilt]

the air is thin. it blows on your skin. you feels as though, something is about to begin

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Ryder smiled at her impossible ability to know what he had been thinking. He did not answer immediatly, though. He stared at the carpet for a few moments, watching the water dripping off of him converge with the water coming of of her. The carpet was beginning to turn dark in these areas. A large puddle. "It's not that I was ever, erm, avoiding you," he said, trying not to sound overly daft in his lie, "I mean, I never really knew you in the first place so I was never avoiding you. And I don't think you ever really work when I'm on my shift, I have some pretty odd hours." This was true, he worked the oddest hours. Late shift on Saturday and Thursday, lunches on wednesday when everyone else had class, and early mornings on other days. It was just what he preferred. He smiled at her and continued on. "But, if I happen to see you now, I'll be sure to say hi to my new pal Emma. But, if anyone starts saying I'm sleeping with my boss for a bonus...well, actually never mind." Ryder smirked, not daring finish his sentence, but letting it buzz around in his head. He could just feel her eyes burning into him, so, without looking at her, he tried to fill the air with his own irriating voice. "So, miss Emma, what does a high society working woman like yourself do for fun? Do you play the violin for fun? Or is painting a passion of yours like all high societable women? Or maybe you like to make tables?" His last question was a reference to an old Jane Austen novel, he was testing her with it, to see how truly educated to his liking she was. It was a bit cocky, but nothing personal. And he was not being rude about it. mood: insecure. fat. worried. contemplative. betrayed. music: eight easy steps;; alanis morissette word count: four hundred and thirteen notes: i didn't notice that. so all is good.