Redcrackle Oneshots | Carmen Sandiego

8.5- |💗Some Drafts💗|

Hey! These are just a collection of some drafts i have saved :)

Table of contents;
1. the Cafe
2. Closure
3. Lazy Sunday

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The Cafe
Word count: 891

The chatter of the people seated at the cafe coupled with the distant rush of waves created a cacophonous humm in Graham's ears. Being a regular, he already knew all the waitstaff by name, exchanging a series of "G'day, Mates." with a few "Bloody hell, what happened to your nose, Charlie?"'s thrown in here and there before making a beeline for his favorite table.

Kayla, who was working tonight's evening shift, winked, her small, manicured hand deftly removing the "reserved" foldable sign that had been placed on the table. She had started at the cafe a year or so ago, sometime after Graham had gotten resettled into Sydney following his stint with amnesia. They'd gotten to know each other between all the orders placed and all the money he really shouldn't be spending on coffee of all things - and indulged in a gab or minor flirting from time to time.

"Back again so soon, Graham?" Kayla smirked, lilting tone to her voice.

"I'm a creature of habit." Graham shot her a graceful smile before taking his seat. It sure did pay to be regarded as charming.

"Then i suppose i'll place an order for your usual?" The waitress sidled up to him, a black apron tied tightly around her waist and her dark blonde hair gathered into a prim dancer's bun.

"Actually, I'll hold off on ordering for a bit.

"Oh?" She raised a brow.

"I'm meeting someone."

"Oh. I'll get back to you then," The petite waitress tutted amusingly with a slight hint of indignation.

Graham pretended not to notice and gave her a friendly nod, watched as she shimmied off to deal with someone else. She was sweet on him, that much was easily ascertained. But there wasn't a total lack of interest on his part. Kayla was cute. She had a warm, natural flush to her rosy, freckled skin, along with friendly brown eyes and an endearing gummy smile. All in all, a nice and approachable girl.

But tonight, there was someone else on his mind.

Carmen Sandiego.

Graham let himself ruminate over all the intriguing facets of his company tonight. Everything about the little red sneaker'roo snagged his attention, from the cunning glint in her storm-gray eyes to the confidence oozing from her sly cadence.

Graham was no stranger to the aspects of dating, having had his way with women for years. A couple charming words prepared with a slightly cocky-mostly bashful, one-sided grin and a flash of dimples had always done the trick.

Carmen, however? He could tell she was different, and despite having spoken with her for less than a few minutes, he asked her out, because Graham was nothing if not forward.

"Hey, I never got your name!" He remembered calling out as she strutted away from him, an effortless swagger to the curve of her hips.

"It's Carmen," She had trilled, not sparing a glance back and leaving him more than a bit bewildered as he watched the red of her figure disappear into the night. Usually, he was the one leaving his dates on edge as such, but... Maybe that was what he liked about Carmen in the first place, the fact that she was something new. Women who were a tease weren't so uncommon, but it was her her swagger and core self assurance that sold him.