Typing in Circles : A Jesse Eisenberg fanfiction

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     With a kick of my foot, I slung the front door open, lugging my bicycle alongside me. At the top of my stairs, I peered over the railing to see Jesse looking up to me through the same thin brimmed glasses. A neon green helmet slung over the handle bars of his bicycle.

"Do you need help?" He asked calmly.
"No, it's made of aluminum. It really isn't that heavy." I lifted it slightly. "See?"
He smiled. "Well alright then, if you insist."

When I reached the bottom, which didn't take long, I hopped on to my seat and fastened my very boring dome shaped gray helmet on to my head. I rested one foot on the peddle, eager to get going. He fastened his own helmet and did the same.
"Where to?" He asked
"Where to? This was your idea."
"Well honestly, who drives in Manhattan? You'd be crazy to."
I chuckled. "I guess you're right."
"Well, it's typical to get coffee."
"But, you don't drink much coffee."
"Right yeah, so we're going to spice it up a bit."

     I rose an eyebrow at him. He simply began peddling away. I followed closely. Each car that passed us seemed to just barely make it past us. I wasn't going to lie, I like to ride bikes, but here in such a busy and frantic city, it made me nervous. I was consistently paranoid I'd end up falling off in traffic, or better yet, get hit. I watched as Jesse's head bobbed slightly to himself. With a small smile, I couldn't help but wonder if he was humming to himself; and if he was what was he humming?

     He came to a stop suddenly, as if he almost passed it. I came to a stop just as abruptly as he brought his bike on to the curb. He locked up his bike intricately, and offered to do the same for me. I simply shrugged and let him do his thing. He seemed to have a method to it. He smiled awkwardly to me and turned to this small hole in the wall spot. It seemed like nothing but a confined doorway. I couldn't imagine anything being behind it. He opened it, walked through and began ascending up the staircase that appeared right in front of us.
     He opened another door, and the space seemed to appear larger than it ever could on the outside. There were shelves around the room filled with books both used and new. The counter in the corner was minuscule compared to the crowding of shelves and chairs around the room. There were bean bag chairs of varying colors as well as small chairs propped next to small tables. I looked around in amazement. 

"Smells like a library doesn't it?" Jesse joked, shaking his head. "No, no that it doesn't. Welcome to one of my favorite places. It's kind of like a bookstore, and library." Jesse almost sounded as if he were advocating for this place on an infomercial. "I like it because I can lounge here and read, or write. If you find anything you like, you can go speak to Annie over there."

He gestured to the small counter. I walked over to it and looked towards a piece of paper propped by the register. It had a selection of drinks. Of course, it offered a simple cup of coffee, a few more options for tea, but I found it specialized in smoothies. I turned to Jesse with a grin.
"Smoothies, huh?"
"I told you, we were going to spice it up a bit." He shrugged lightheartedly.
"You did, you did. No lies there."

He rested his hands on the edge of the counter.
"How's it going Annie?"
"Not bad Jesse, how about yourself?" The petite woman behind the counter began putting things in to the blender.
"I'm doing well, no complaints here." He nodded. "I want you to meet Evelyn."
"Nice to meet you." She winked.
"She's going to be directing a play soon enough, you better go see it."
"Jesse, I wouldn't miss it. Have I ever missed anything you advertised here?"
Jesse took a sip from the cup she handed him. "No, you haven't."
"To your standards?"
"Always." He took another sip. "Can I get a lid, and straw. The last thing I would like to do today is spill smoothie all over myself."
"I don't know, it made my day."
"Glad to be of your amusement." He huffed as he put the lid on his cup.
"What can I get you? Anything?" She asked me.
"Anything citrus-esque." I told her, pretending to keep my eyes elsewhere.
"Citrus-esque." Jesse mumbled to himself.
"What? What did I say?" I asked him.
"Relax, just never heard an order given quite that way." He smiled.