Keksefuzzy
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Karla stood barely within the doorway of the little coffee shop, a copy of In Olden Tymes clutched in both hands. Morning sunlight filtered in through the dusty windows and reflected off her golden curls as she glanced around the mostly-empty space. It seemed the early morning crowd had come and gone, but the brunch bunch hadn't yet arrived. Perfect.
"Are you going to go in, or are you practicing to be a door stop?"
She turned around and smacked her twin brother's shoulder, shaking her head. "Your jokes get lamer every day, Eric. I'm just scoping the place out before I waltz in. You know that's how I operate."
A grin crossed Eric's freckled face and he nodded, stepping forward to prod her along with the corner of his book. "I do, indeed. We've known each other from conception, after all. But there's hardly more than a pair of harmless grannies and a barista in there. You'll be fine." He stuck out the tip of his tongue and pressed the cover of the book a little more forcefully into Karla's shoulder blade.
Despite shooting Eric a dirty look, Karla provided little more resistance to entering the shop properly. The pair chose a table near the back corner, just in case those who had also responded to the college book club's public post were a bit on the rowdy side.
"What if only the two of us show up?" Karla set her book on the table and flicked her baby blue eyes up to meet those of her brother. "I mean, I know the professor told us that three or four others responded from both the class and community, but what are we going to do if they don't show?"
Eric patted the top of Karla's head with his book before setting it on top of her copy on the table. "Then I guess we drink a cup of coffee, pretend to discuss the book, and get full marks from the professor on Monday. No big deal."
"I guess so." Karla bit her lower lip and focused on the door, her heart jumping a little every time someone seemed to walk up to it. She faintly heard Eric saying something about a watched pot, but let it pass from one ear to the other without stopping in the middle.
The bell above the door tinkled and a young man, probably 21 or 22, stepped inside. His dark brown hair stood up in all directions and he wore pajama pants and an oversized black t-shirt. Eric spotted a copy of the book in the man's hands and his infectious grin returned. "Hey!" he called, raising a hand in the air, "We're over here!"
The man's head turned to locate the voice, and upon seeing the twins he, too, smiled. "Hey, glad I'm not the only nerd who showed up!" He crossed the small room quickly, extending a hand. "Name's Damien."
"I'm Eric, and this is my sister Kayla. We're glad to see you!" Eric pumped Damien's hand with vigor and motioned to one of the empty chairs. "We're just waiting for the others. Haven't ordered anything yet, but you're welcome to while we wait."
Damien shook his head and dropped into the chair. "Nah, I'm good. Trying to cut the caffeine and drink more water. Already down one heart. Gotta take better care of this one!" He chuckled and patted his chest, turning his head toward the door. "How many are we expecting, anyway? Do you guys know?"
The twins shook their heads. "Nah, not really. But we'll give people a few more minutes to show up. I don't know about you, but we're not really in any hurry."
"Are you going to go in, or are you practicing to be a door stop?"
She turned around and smacked her twin brother's shoulder, shaking her head. "Your jokes get lamer every day, Eric. I'm just scoping the place out before I waltz in. You know that's how I operate."
A grin crossed Eric's freckled face and he nodded, stepping forward to prod her along with the corner of his book. "I do, indeed. We've known each other from conception, after all. But there's hardly more than a pair of harmless grannies and a barista in there. You'll be fine." He stuck out the tip of his tongue and pressed the cover of the book a little more forcefully into Karla's shoulder blade.
Despite shooting Eric a dirty look, Karla provided little more resistance to entering the shop properly. The pair chose a table near the back corner, just in case those who had also responded to the college book club's public post were a bit on the rowdy side.
"What if only the two of us show up?" Karla set her book on the table and flicked her baby blue eyes up to meet those of her brother. "I mean, I know the professor told us that three or four others responded from both the class and community, but what are we going to do if they don't show?"
Eric patted the top of Karla's head with his book before setting it on top of her copy on the table. "Then I guess we drink a cup of coffee, pretend to discuss the book, and get full marks from the professor on Monday. No big deal."
"I guess so." Karla bit her lower lip and focused on the door, her heart jumping a little every time someone seemed to walk up to it. She faintly heard Eric saying something about a watched pot, but let it pass from one ear to the other without stopping in the middle.
The bell above the door tinkled and a young man, probably 21 or 22, stepped inside. His dark brown hair stood up in all directions and he wore pajama pants and an oversized black t-shirt. Eric spotted a copy of the book in the man's hands and his infectious grin returned. "Hey!" he called, raising a hand in the air, "We're over here!"
The man's head turned to locate the voice, and upon seeing the twins he, too, smiled. "Hey, glad I'm not the only nerd who showed up!" He crossed the small room quickly, extending a hand. "Name's Damien."
"I'm Eric, and this is my sister Kayla. We're glad to see you!" Eric pumped Damien's hand with vigor and motioned to one of the empty chairs. "We're just waiting for the others. Haven't ordered anything yet, but you're welcome to while we wait."
Damien shook his head and dropped into the chair. "Nah, I'm good. Trying to cut the caffeine and drink more water. Already down one heart. Gotta take better care of this one!" He chuckled and patted his chest, turning his head toward the door. "How many are we expecting, anyway? Do you guys know?"
The twins shook their heads. "Nah, not really. But we'll give people a few more minutes to show up. I don't know about you, but we're not really in any hurry."