Remembering the Hornets

13~ Meanwhile (part 2)

((This chapter was also writen by RubyRedRose1207 as not only filler but the continuation of the last chapter. ENJOY ~Ali_4_later))

RubAli's cafe was a quaint little building situated on a corner, with large windows spanning the entirety of it's face. The awnings that resided over the window were a dark reddish color, almost maroon, with white vine like patterns trailing across the fabric. Small flower boxes framed the bottom of each window, tiny white flowers filling them to bursting. There were a few black, metal tables sitting out on the small bit of concrete that was between the sidewalk and the building, with large white umbrellas providing shade for the few patrons that chose to sit outside, drinking their coffee and chatting, or sitting alone with their cups and pondering the mysteries of the world. Or just being loners. Probably the latter.

Nora lead Tim inside, weaving between the small number of people that were there. She pulled him into the relatively short line, reaching into the pouch she carried on her thigh- it looked to be a small camera bag that she had transformed into her own alternative to a purse. Tim hadn't really noticed it before this point, having been too distracted by a variety of other things. He gave her a funny look. "What's that?" he asked, gesturing slightly to the bag. He still held the camera in his hand, recording every moment. He aimed it at her pouch, which was easily in sight, as Tim stood on her right side- where the pouch was located.

Nora looked up, her hand still partially in the main compartment of the pouch. "Oh, this? It's just where I keep all my crap." she replied, beginning to rummage through it again before pulling out her wallet. "It's more convenient and a hell of a lot harder to steal then a purse." She clipped the flap over her pouch before unzipping her wallet and pulling out a bank card. She zipped her wallet back up, holding it in her left hand so that the clear pocket on the front that held Nora's license was facing Tim.

"That's a pretty good idea, actually." Tim said, inconspicuously trying to catch a glimpse at the birthdate on Nora's license.

"I'm 23." Nora stated, a small, amused smile on her face as she looked ahead. Tim didn't reply, staring ahead of him as the temperature of his face rose ever so slightly. "I'm very observant." Nora teased as they reached the front of the line. Tim didn't get a chance to reply, as Nora suddenly launched into a conversation with the barista.

"Who's your friend?" the blonde grinned, looking Tim up and down. Nora rolled her eyes.

"Tim, this is Adalynne. Adalynne, Tim."

"Pleasure to meet you, Tim." Adalynne purred. "So, what'll it be, sugar?"

"Like...wise.." Tim replied, cutting off as Adalynne spoke again. "Uh..." He blinked a few times at the name, then looked at the menu, subconsciously aiming the camera at the long board fastened to the wall.

"Here, I'll order for you, you uncultured potato." Nora said, and before Tim could respond, she had already jumped in. "I'll have my usual, doll. And for sideburns here.... how about a Mazagran. Easy on the ice, heavy on the grind."

"Nora, are you sure your usual is such a good idea?" the blonde asked in a teasing tone, casting a glance at Tim, who looked completely and utterly out of place. What the heck is a Maz- whatever she just ordered for me? Nora rolled her eyes yet again.

"Shut up, Ada. Just go easy."

The blonde giggled, then typed in the orders on the computer. After Nora slid her card and paid for the drinks, Adalynne turned to walk away. "One Irish, on Maz comin' right up." she called over her shoulder before starting to fiddle with the machines. Nora grabbed Tim's arm, pulling him away from the counter to allow the next customers to place their orders. "C'mon, let's go sit over here." She dragged him through the small crowd to a corner booth, where it was relatively quiet. "C'mon. She'll know where to find us." The ginger sat down on the couch like bench, and Tim followed suit, setting the camera up so that both people were in the shot, but so that it was also facing away from all of the other people in the coffee shop. "So, you know how old I am. How about you, sideburns