People-Watching

[Jethro Foster]

"Eh..." Jet rumaged around in his brain trying to remember the name of the place, "I think it was Glazov...not too sure though,"
After a minute, he went to counter and oredered an espresso and a malteaser square and came back to sit with Tamika.
"So you do art then?"

[Tamika Dombrovski]

Tamika gave a happy gasp. "Really? My uncle lives there!"
When Jet went over to order a drink Tamika took her oppurtunity to try and yank the ring off her finger. She heated it up to make the metal expand, but the dam thing just wasn't budging.
"So you do art then?"
She looked up and stopped cursing the piece of metal adorning her finger. "Yeah, not happily though. Do you do it, or was that drawing ages ago just a hobby?

[Jethro Foster]

"Nah, just a hobby. I can't draw to save my life. I like to compose music and hear what it sounds like on my guitar." he smiled and shrugged.
"Why don't you like art? What's wrong with it and before you say you can't draw, you can. This-" he held up the drawing she did of him, "is proof that you can."

[Tamika Dombrovski]

"Oh yeah, you were really awesome playing before."
She smirked and held up her half finished koi fish, "I think the koi would beg to differ. I just don't really like the work they make us do. I prefer drawing what I want," she began doing a hippy impression, "Free spirit, can't be dictated, woo, peace on earth."
Jet gave her an odd look and she blushed.
"Er, sorry, got a bit carried away..."

[Jethro Foster]

"Ah, right," Jet nodded, probably becoming a habit of his.."I understand. That's why I didn't take art,"
He rolled his eyes when thingking about doing it and seeing the course. It was nightmarish.
No.
He was quite content doing music.
"Get carried away all you want. It's good to see people let loose. They should do it more often,"

[Tamika Dombrovski]

Tamika flopped back and took another gulp of her coffee, "A good few people here seem to think they have something to prove when they hang out with people outside their normal friends. It's just like, 'dude, chill out'."
Tamika opened to a new page of her sketchpad and began to doodle on it.
"So, have you written many songs of your own?"

[Jethro Foster]

"Have you ever heard me play before?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. A few seconds past and Tamika didn't answer him, concentrating on her new sketch, "Well, if you have it was more than likely something I have composed,"
Jet looked at the light slightly behind and above Tamika's head and gave a slight smile.
"Here," he chucked the book gently to her, "If you know how to read music look through that,"

[Tamika Dombrovski]

Tamika jumped as the book landed with a thud in front of her, even though she knew it was coming. Opening the book she stared at the first page and began humming the tune softly to herself. Flicking through she looked at the rest of the tunes, occasionally stopping to read more clearly. After a few minutes she looked up at Jet and handed the book back.
"Both rad and waow seem to be severe understatements..."

[Jethro Foster]

Jet laughed.
"Why thank you, I could say the same for your drawings..and doodles for that matter," he set her book back down on the table.
"You've got real talent there,"
He smiled and shifted a bit in his seat. He was beginning to realise that talking wasn't soo hard...as long as you didn't feel pressured and the other person was laid back. Like Tamika was.
"So what music do you like?"

[Tamika Dombrovski]

Tamika blushed as Jet once again complimented her drawing skills. It was odd to say the least. She shook her head slightly, smirking at him, "My goodness Jethro, finally a proper non-chuckle laugh from you, I never thought I'd see the day."
She mulled his question over in her head for a second, "Indie, rock, dance, and I like to throw some hip-hop into the mix occasionally. The old stuff though, none of the poncy modern girl attempts. What about you? You seem like you're into... Hardcore or something."

[Jethro Foster]

Jet smirked.
"No, not hardcore, but i like all types though I can only stand listening to some for a certain amount of time before I start to get irritated," he said with all honesty.

[Tamika Dombrovski]

"Oh God," Tamika whined, "You're an ADD kid. I bet the stereotypers are fond of you," she grinned. For a second she stared at her doodle, gently shading the edges of the lotus flower before looking back up at Jet. "When did you first start playing guitar?"

[Jethro Foster]

Jet frowned.
When had he started playing the guitar?
It was really beginning to irritate him, not remembering most things.
He looked up at the patiently waiting Tamika. His best answer her was....a shrug.
"I'm sorry, I don't remember," for some reason he was angry and frustrated for not giving her the answer she wanted to hear.
He picked up his book and finished of the last bar.
He turned the page and started to write a new one as it came into his head.
"When did you get engaged?" he asked casually, his eyes moving as they followed what he wrote.

[Tamika Dombrovski]

After Jet began writing in his book Tamika had a concerned look on her face which she kind of hoped he didn't see. Something told her there was more to it, but she didn't press further.
"When did you get engaged?" He asked.
She raised an eyebrow.
How the hell does he... Oh, the ring...
She looked down at the still delapidated ring and sighed.
"In August," she replied. After she said it she realised she didn't exactly sound happy about.
Hey, maybe like most men he won't notice. Well, hopefully...

[Jethro Foster]

Even though he wasn't looking he could hear the uncertainty and sadness in her voice as she spoke.
Was she not happy?
He knew he would be if...no, just no.
"Hmm," he appraised pretending to be interested in a note. She would never notice, he was expert at hiding things he noticed about other people.
"Got any pets?"