Starbucks and Sarcasm

[Morigan]

"So you've never felt attached to anyone?" She was about to give up, this was impossible. "I really don't know if I can help you write the way the professor wants, if you don't ever feel anything..." she trailed off into silence.

 

[Matreania]

"So, we are now on the same page." Dylan confirmed, before sighing, "Well, I could just drop the class. I have enough English courses anyway, and my writing is all clinical so I don't really need an creative writing. My co-work just thought it would be a good idea."

 

[Morigan]

"Well I always think pushing yourself to new heights is a good idea, especially outside of your comfort zone...but I just don't know, and you're not very interested...so," she huffed out an exasperated breath. Suddenly one last question popped into her head.


"What about if you were treating a sick child, and you knew exactly what was wrong and how to fix it, but the head doctor ignored you and chose to do something else, that would not help and would only make the child worse? What would you feel then?"

 

[Matreania]

"I wouldn't allow it. If I was faced with that kind of doctor, he wouldn't touch that child and I would have him removed. Risking a child on ego is unethical and dangerous. I am not going to chance more deaths then I have to, especially with my patients." Dylan stubbornly stated.

 

[Morigan]

Mel smiled, "Well, protectiveness is something. I think maybe some poetry might help explain what I'm saying? Try reading some T.S. Eliot and ee cummings, it might help." She watched his face carefully, he might be stubborn and infuriating and drive her crazy, but he did care about his patients, and that was something.

 

[Matreania]

"Poetry? If you think it will help, but in all honesty I don't even like poetry. It seems a waste of paper." Dylan said, with a sigh, but he let a grin show, "Why don't you meet me at the Starbucks tomorrow. We can talk about the poetry thing and I can buy you a coffee or whatever you drink. That way we can work out the emotional connection the poetry might not make clear. Like I said, I don't like poetry."

 

[Morigan]

"If you like," she nodded. "Should we meet at noon again? Or thirty minutes before noon," she said in a teasing voice.

 

[Matreania]

Dylan couldn't hold back his chuckle, "I have morning classes until 10 then I have two classes at 1, so how about 11, this time?" he asked.

 

[Morigan]

"Okay," she said, though she fully intended to be there at 10:30...just in case. She collected her things and left, "see you tomorrow Dylan." For the first time since he ran into her, she didn't feel worse after talking to him. In fact her mood was slightly better than it had been the past few days.


That's weird...she thought to herself, but ignored it.

 

[Matreania]

Dylan smiled, as he watched Melanie walk away, this was a better meeting then begore. Did he just ask her for coffee? He doesn't even drink coffee. And why had he even asked her in the first place. It didn't matter he had night shift, he grabbed his stuff and rushed through the bookcases of the library.

 

[Morigan]

Melanie arrived at the same Starbucks the next day at exactly 10:30...thirty minutes early for her 11:00 appointment. She grabbed a small booth in the back corner and sat down to wait. She idly flipped through her sketchbook while she sat, glancing through her old drawings...she really needed to start drawing again.

 

[Matreania]

Dylan rushed into the Starbucks, with a sigh, he walked towards Melanie. "Sorry about that." Dylan said, "Did you order already? He asked her, putting his messenger bag on the chair. Usually he used his backpack and left his messenger bag at work or in his room. But with all his rushing he didn't have time.

 

[Morigan]

"No, not yet. I was waiting for you." She stood up and headed towards the counter to order.


"One chai latte, please," she said to the woman at the counter. "For Melanie."

 

[Matreania]

Dylan smiled, after following her to the counter, "I'll just have a water, and it's together." Dylan told the lady, then turned to Melanie, "I'll pay, since I didn't spill your last cup." He offered, taking out his wallet from his back pocket to pay for the drinks. Handing a black visa to the cashier.

 

[Morigan]

"Oh, well thank you," she said, a bit flustered. She hadn't expected that, but she put her own wallet back in her purse. After the barista made her drink and handed Dylan his water, she headed back to her seat.


"So, what did you think about the poems?" she asked curiously.

 

[Matreania]

"I hated them. I got confused the first line, they keep saying the most confusing things and I couldn't mimic it. " Dylan said, opening hours water, he moved his bad to the ground and say, leaning on his chair. "I did manage to ready a fictional story, that I think I can mimic that style." Dylan took a drink of his water.

 

[Morigan]

She frowned a bit. "That's a shame...I really thought it might help...especially ee cummings. My favorite is ...it's so lovely." She sipped her drink slowly, looking at him over the rim.


"The story is good though, something you can use to influence your own papers. The professor will be happy, I think."

 

[Matreania]

Dylan sighed, " I just don't understand that stuff. I know the words they just don't click with me. I should have the paper written tonight, before my shift. " Dylan explained. He sighed again, he didn't understand how everyone could manage emotions so he never really had the option to learn how to do it himself.

 

[Morigan]

"That's okay, I guess it's not for everybody. The same way all your medical stuff is hard for me to follow," she shrugged. "It's probably easier to relate to if you've been in love, as well. There's a ton of crazy emotions that come with that."


When he sighed she reached across the table and laid her hand on his for a moment, before returning it to pick up her drink. "Don't worry, your last paper was an improvement and I'm sure this one will be even better."

 

[Matreania]

Dylan grinned, "That's good. I really would have dropped the class if it wasn't for you." He thought about what she said and smiled, "So, you've been in love, huh?"

 

[Morigan]

"I thought I was, once. Turns out he didn't feel the same way. There's a lot of poems about heartbreak, too, actually," she said with a small, sad smile. "But I'm glad you aren't giving up. Struggle builds character, or so I've heard."

 

[Matreania]

Dylan grinned, "That's good. I really would have dropped the class if it wasn't for you." He thought about what she said, "I'm looking forward to learning about the emotions that the professor wants expressed."

 

[Morigan]

"Well, he really just wants you to be able to connect with your readers. What's your next assignment on?" she asked.

 

[Matreania]

"There is this one and he as sighed the next one yesterday. We are writin is supposed to be a fictional story. Nothing shorter then 10 pages. It's an open assignment that will focus on our creativity, passions and emotional personality. " Dylan sighed, " I take it he decided to push the envelope for me, to get my writing more to his style. " Dylan stated as he drank half the water.

 

[Morigan]

"Okay, well we can work on that for sure." She finished her drink while she was considering his paper. "What do you think you're going to write about?"


Suddenly her phone buzzed, but she glanced at it and then put it back in her pocket.