Smirking At The Wrong Conclusion
Isaac means, he who smiles. With the mathematical and temporal feasibility of massive gravity wells opening up an entirely new realm of exploration it seemed Isaac's grin would go from ear to ear on him; and from creation to eternity for everyone else.
Fender had a slight grin every moment he thought of how cool it was that he was working on something that people had dreamed about for centuries, purhaps even hundreds of milenia. He knew he had the power to let modern mankind find out exactly how long ago it was.
The switch from coffee to mate mid morning sent him soring with excitement and crashing into the feasibility of the physics necessary to make it happen. It was his professionalism that held him down to a mean between the underwhelming chemical based mood swings which set off the same broken smile of mod self confidence.
"What would you like today?", the art tart twinkled as she spoke from behind the chocolet, marionberry, cream, and bread pudding filled pastry case.
"I dunno" having never been in the cafe before, and too preoccupied with the project Fender hadn't looked at the chaulk board menu. He still didn't read it as he was looking at the younger woman and then noticing the geometric folds of baked goods right in front of him.
The barista stood there waiting for him to order. For a tenth of a second he tried to think of a way to flirt with her. But he resigned that she must get that from every sausage, and blouse & skirt homo-girl that she spoke to on her shift. The let down from his last triple shot mocha, let the pinening feeling built up from dozens of crushes and hundreds of hottie sightings, hit him alittle harder than it would without the cafaine/sugar let down.
Snapping out of it with a smirk he thought he was avoiding her noticing him stair, he decided to set her off gaurd, "Are you stairing at me?"
"No" she replied quickly in an even voice; falling for his slide of intent. The question was meant to be more playful and disarming that serious. She could have out witted this; had she thought enough about it. But she didn't. So he quickly ordered a Turkish Forest in the time this small roda had baught him to look at the menu.
"Sorry we ran out of dragonfly chamomelle."
"Oh', he replied. " Its still on the chaulk....' He held the next word in as he noticed the nanos were rearanging the chaulk to move the rest of the menu up a line.
"I'll have a triple shot of Furtle Soil Brown or Black... liquid cooking chocolet, two spoons of pure caine sugar (or laverder honey), a heaping tea-spoon of cyanne, and a side of soy."
She took a quick mental note and scribbled inteligible enough for the next worker to know what she meant while holding a border between work mode and deliberately casual exchange: "Of course the chocolet is going to be liquid. What did you think: I was going to hand you the brick. Like yeah, heres your dried book of Manderin currency with your side of soy.' She broke a smile. "Here I assume?" She asked in the manner of a server.
"Yes, here." She took the stone ware from the reaching hand of a plump arm adorned with blue jean blue, light verde, and l'range-redbrick designs on its curves that one could assume was attached to a velupcious gal, or gal-a-like not ashamed to be working, and was working until something better came along. This was Fenders quick subconcious take, as his beverage was handed to him across the counter.
"Cayanne you can do yourself, with a lot of people its a mental thing, even if the coffee evens out the kick. She started to pour in the lavender oil', she paused; "The honey. Yeah?" she asked before the drip stretched to break the tension of the cup.
"I gotcha.", he responded as he turn to the self serving area she just pointed to with a look while carfully not spilling the hot drink on him.
"Here is your soy', her voice went up a note as if to indicate a conclusion to there dialog was reaching an end. He took the soy in his left hand.
"Set that down and come back. I have a guess that a twist of lemon and some zest will be good with that. I'll let you try it in an expresso cup. One with lemon and the second with orange.
he looked at the
"Who knows..."
Something was missing.
Fender had a slight grin every moment he thought of how cool it was that he was working on something that people had dreamed about for centuries, purhaps even hundreds of milenia. He knew he had the power to let modern mankind find out exactly how long ago it was.
The switch from coffee to mate mid morning sent him soring with excitement and crashing into the feasibility of the physics necessary to make it happen. It was his professionalism that held him down to a mean between the underwhelming chemical based mood swings which set off the same broken smile of mod self confidence.
"What would you like today?", the art tart twinkled as she spoke from behind the chocolet, marionberry, cream, and bread pudding filled pastry case.
"I dunno" having never been in the cafe before, and too preoccupied with the project Fender hadn't looked at the chaulk board menu. He still didn't read it as he was looking at the younger woman and then noticing the geometric folds of baked goods right in front of him.
The barista stood there waiting for him to order. For a tenth of a second he tried to think of a way to flirt with her. But he resigned that she must get that from every sausage, and blouse & skirt homo-girl that she spoke to on her shift. The let down from his last triple shot mocha, let the pinening feeling built up from dozens of crushes and hundreds of hottie sightings, hit him alittle harder than it would without the cafaine/sugar let down.
Snapping out of it with a smirk he thought he was avoiding her noticing him stair, he decided to set her off gaurd, "Are you stairing at me?"
"No" she replied quickly in an even voice; falling for his slide of intent. The question was meant to be more playful and disarming that serious. She could have out witted this; had she thought enough about it. But she didn't. So he quickly ordered a Turkish Forest in the time this small roda had baught him to look at the menu.
"Sorry we ran out of dragonfly chamomelle."
"Oh', he replied. " Its still on the chaulk....' He held the next word in as he noticed the nanos were rearanging the chaulk to move the rest of the menu up a line.
"I'll have a triple shot of Furtle Soil Brown or Black... liquid cooking chocolet, two spoons of pure caine sugar (or laverder honey), a heaping tea-spoon of cyanne, and a side of soy."
She took a quick mental note and scribbled inteligible enough for the next worker to know what she meant while holding a border between work mode and deliberately casual exchange: "Of course the chocolet is going to be liquid. What did you think: I was going to hand you the brick. Like yeah, heres your dried book of Manderin currency with your side of soy.' She broke a smile. "Here I assume?" She asked in the manner of a server.
"Yes, here." She took the stone ware from the reaching hand of a plump arm adorned with blue jean blue, light verde, and l'range-redbrick designs on its curves that one could assume was attached to a velupcious gal, or gal-a-like not ashamed to be working, and was working until something better came along. This was Fenders quick subconcious take, as his beverage was handed to him across the counter.
"Cayanne you can do yourself, with a lot of people its a mental thing, even if the coffee evens out the kick. She started to pour in the lavender oil', she paused; "The honey. Yeah?" she asked before the drip stretched to break the tension of the cup.
"I gotcha.", he responded as he turn to the self serving area she just pointed to with a look while carfully not spilling the hot drink on him.
"Here is your soy', her voice went up a note as if to indicate a conclusion to there dialog was reaching an end. He took the soy in his left hand.
"Set that down and come back. I have a guess that a twist of lemon and some zest will be good with that. I'll let you try it in an expresso cup. One with lemon and the second with orange.
he looked at the
"Who knows..."
Something was missing.
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