( open ) ♕ ❝ a place in the clouds ❞

[gasping]

CHARACTERS: caroline forbes & you!
LOCATIONS: all around the city, ft: deja brew.
WARNINGS: none yet.
SUMMARY: catch-all log post for january & february.

♕ deja brew.

( first things first: caroline forbes cannot — will not — live in a shoebox apartment. not if she can help it, anyway, and a careful perusal of her cadelle welcome kit says that moving out is both totally possible and easy... provided she has the right funds. which, of course, she doesn't have here, because her bank account didn't exactly transfer over. normally, that wouldn't be too much of an issue, what with her enhanced abilities of persuasion at work... but for whatever reason, that hasn't been working out so well here. mostly, trying just gives her a headache.

so it's back to the old standard for caroline, and while the employment office had been quick to point out a few places that could likely use her help, she wasn't exactly thrilled about the idea of coming to a new place only to venture into food service. not that there was anything wrong with waitressing. it just wasn't her idea of a good time.

the locations directory in her phone doesn't give her many ideas, so rather than linger in her tiny apartment any longer than necessary, caroline decides to do things the old-fashioned way. she'll just walk around and find places that seem interesting, and once found, she'll ask if they're hiring. how hard could that be?

well, fast-forward two hours later, and she knows exactly what it could be: exhausting, and boring, which is worse. sinking into a booth at deja brew with a freshly steamed latte is just the ticket to feeling decidedly less miserable about this entire thing, right? it might also help to talk to people. people like the person whose walking path just crossed into her field of vision. )

Hi. Do you work here? ( a pause, and she corrects: ) Not, like, here here. In the city. Do you have a job?

♕ wildcard.

( if you'd like something specific with caroline, please let me know! semicolons / hartbeat#2740 on discord / pm, whatever floats your boat! )

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[gasping]

( it's funny, she thinks, how he can say such blatantly hot — because there's really no other way to describe it, is there? — phrases, and then hesitate over something as simple as a goodnight kiss. but dating, hooking up, getting to know, whatever you wanted to call it... well, she had to imagine it wasn't very familiar to either of them, even in a place like this. but to his credit, at least he offers a reassurance of another time, and a question to follow it up. she can't help but smile, a soft shake of her head in apparent disbelief of his question. )

Yeah, text me sometime. I'd like that.

( with a quick extend of her hand, caroline waits for him to hand her his phone; when he does, she types in her number (and apartment number for good measure) before turning off the screen and slipping it back in his hand. easy enough. as for the rest of it? she could, if she wanted to, remain out here until one of them awkwardly decided enough was enough, or she could leave on a high note.

eternal enthusiasm chooses the latter, and so caroline lifts herself up on tiptoes as she darts into his personal space, pressing her lips to his cheek for a gentle brush before pulling back and turning towards the door. she's almost through the threshold when she turns her head again, peeking back over her shoulder to grin in his direction. )

I mean it. Don't ghost on me, Derek Hale.