imperfectly blue [poly bl]

06| lemon water drought

Through the morning rush, I hardly caught up to mister long legs- who proved it's possible to do one stride a mile. Although, that wasn't helpful for me one bit. He kept walking straight, his shoulders square and head high yet he still couldn't hear me shouting 'I have your drink, Sir!' over and over again. My stubby legs finally caught up to him, my hand firmly placing a hand on his shoulder when he didn't stop.

"Erm... I have your drink, dude." Dude, bleh. He jumped beneath my hand, his head snapping a full one-eighty as his surprised eyes took me in. "This-" I motioned to the cup, "is your's."

The stranger took two looks between me and the cup, before finally registering what I was saying. His -surprisingly tamed -eyebrows dropped to their normal position as he sent me a soft apologetic smile. Slipping his hand behind both of his ears, he fiddled with a silver piece that looped around his ear.

...Hearing aids...

While everyone else's head had snapped to the lunatic -being me- screaming for the guy with the wrong cup, he didn't. That explained why he didn't stop when I shouted for him and why he took so long...

"I-I'm so sorry! I didn't realize you were...you were erm, how do I put it..." I scrambled for words. I didn't want to offend him, but now I was stepping on eggshells for pointing out the...

"A person whose hard of hearing?" He filled in for me with no hesitation, almost like I was another person in the queue to act like a doofus to someone with a hearing impairment.

Gah! "Yes! Yes, I'm sorry I don't mean to offend you I'm not good with kind of stuff." The feeling of his eyes just looking straight at me had me shying away, my eyes looking anywhere but him.

I knew he was listening, and reading, in a way. His grey eyes focused on my lips every time I spoke. Whenever I caught him reading my lips he quickly tried to cover up his harmless reading by snapping his eyes back to the cup in my hands.

I kinda felt bad, I sorta wanted him to be comfortable. Especially, since I wasn't the nicest with my words.

He didn't say anything to my pathetic apology, instead, he focused in on the cup in my hands. "My name is on your cup."

Duke.

I looked to his cup, "And my name is on your cup."

Wren.

"Are you constipated?"

I think I spat out whatever moisture was left in my mouth at his absurd question. Had I invoked some kind of mean jabbing game of who's the asshole? "What?!"

He sniffed my cup, that was still firmly between his large hands. "Warm lemon water is normally drunk as a natural laxative or to aid the digestive system.  And since you're drinking it I assumed..."

Phew, this isn't 'jab the asshole'.

"That I was..." I confirmed the drink, but definitely not the reason behind why I wanted to drink it. I sniffed his drink, looking up to see his eyes locked on to me. "You're also drinking lemon water..."