(Whoops! sighs I have way too many RPs to keep track of… Lol.)
"It looks interesting," Brooke said. "Hey, do you mind if I sit here?" She gestured to the seat across form him.
(Whoops! sighs I have way too many RPs to keep track of… Lol.)
"It looks interesting," Brooke said. "Hey, do you mind if I sit here?" She gestured to the seat across form him.
(It's fine)
"Sure, you can sit here." He said as he smiled at her, and put his book away.
"Thanks." Brooke pulled the chair out and sat down in it, placing her cup in front of her on the table.
"You're welcome. So, how's life treating you so far?" He asked as he took a sip of his drink.
"It's okay, so far," Brooke started. "I got into the university a couple of years ago, and I'm in my second year, now. Studying to become an author."
"That's cool, mine's just the usual, nothing special."
"Oh, really? Well, what have you been up to lately?" Brooke asked.
"Nothing special, go to university, go to my job, go back to my house, fall asleep, rinse and repeat."
Brooke snorted a laugh. "All right, yeah. That's pretty much the life of a college student, isn't it?"
"True, except for the popular kids who get invited to parties, and get wasted which messes up the whole routine." He said with a slight laugh.
"Or the guys who constantly hit on you, just because you're a girl," Brooke muttered under her breath, half-hoping he wouldn't hear her.
"It's fine, I get that a lot too, from both boys and girls."
Yeah, I bet you do, Brooke thought, causing a light blush to rise to her cheeks. Rather than saying that, though, she said, "Yeah? It's kinda annoying, isn't it?"
"It is, I can't express how much I hate it."
"The cat-calling, ugh! 'Hey, pretty lady, need a ride?' 'Where you goin', beautiful?' It gets on my nerves," Brooke grumbled, taking a sip of her hot cocoa.
Not surprised she got cat-called, He thought, causing a light blush to rise to her cheeks and decided to keept quiet about that thought, "I've been cat-called too, I can relate. It's terrible, I don't understand why people do it."
Brooke snorted. "Yeah? Well, have you ever been followed for two blocks until you reached the police station your father works at? 'Cause that is creepy."
(gtg, srry!)
(Okie-dokie!)
(back!)
Brooke snorted. "Yeah? Well, have you ever been followed for two blocks until you reached the police station your father works at? 'Cause that is creepy."
"I've been followed before too, actually."
"It's so strange, isn't it?" Brooke asked, shaking her head slowly. She took another sip of her drink. "Like, don't people have better things to do than creep other people out?"
"Don't ask me about that since I have no clue."
Brooke laughed quietly. "Yeah, well, neither do I. I just can't believe people sometimes, ya know?"
"I don't think anyone can."
"Yeah," Brooke sighed, looking down into her cup.
"So, got anything special coming up sooner or later?" He asked, as he looked down into his cup.
Brooke nodded, smiling. "Yes, actually. I just finished up my first book, More Than Friends, and I'm meeting with publishers next week."
"Sounds interesting, what's it about?"
A light blush rose to Brooke's cheeks, and she let some of her hair fall in front of her face. She was wary of telling people about what she wrote, she didn't want them to judge her by it.
"A couple of friends who end up being more than friends… As the title suggests…" she mumbled.