ArchivedLogs:Let's Do Lunch

Let's Do Lunch
Or dinner. Either works.
Dramatis Personae Corey, Kate
In Absentia	2014-06-17 Chance encounters and making plans
Location <NYC> Strand Books - East Village
The Strand manages to pack a whole lot of character into one bookstore, but they have a lot of space to fit it in. They advertise themselves as having eighteen miles of books, and whether or not that is true, it certainly is true that they have an enormous number of shelves packed into their rows and rows and rows of books. A book-lover's haven, this East Village landmark boasts an enormous collection of volumes of all types among their stacks, crammed into the narrow aisles. Well-known for their rare and out-of-print collection, they have many hard to find volumes tucked away in their labyrinth of shelves as well. On a warm almost summer day, the people of New York are busy either to enjoy the weather, or to get out of it. Stores see their population slowly filter through for this or that agenda, though ones that have a more complicated selection of goods see people stick around a little longer. Amongst the labyrnthine shelves of new and old books, people stop and flip through pages to see if the contents might catch their fancy. Thumbing through some books in the fiction section is a large fellow not one would expect to see looking over books related to anything other than protein supplements and bench pressing. Corey is dressed for the weather with a pair of long shorts on in a dark khaki, and a red cross volunteer tee shirt in a olive green, with his hair pulled back with a little rubber band. "Hrm, no, not that one," he murmers to himself as he replaces the book he was currently looking at for another. A warm evening Kate can handle, but the humidity in the city is something of a bother for the young nurse. A contented sigh escapes her lips as she steps into the relatively dry chill of the book store, resting for a moment inside the door while letting her eyes adjust to the darkness. She is dressed for the weather, in a mid thigh length denim skirt, paired with several tank tops layered over top of each other in shades of orange and pink, leaving her tanned arms bear to the cool air of the shop. Making her way into the shop, Kate takes her time, looking around at the various books in the shop, running her fingertips reverently across the spines of the books, apparently looking for just the right one. Of course, Corey is not easy to miss, and she soon wends her way through the maze of shelves to quietly step beside him, curiously peeking at just which books he had been looking at. "Hey there," she chirps, after a moment, grinning up at him, her thumbs casually tucked into the pockets of her denim skirt, "Didn't think I'd run into anyone I knew here." Glancing down at the greeting, Corey smiles at the smaller woman. "Hello there Kate, how're you doing today?" Sliding the book back into the shelf, a book about a private eye by the looks of it, he turns to provide her with more attention. "You look nice. Had a day off? Or just no shift for a few hours?" Placing a hand against the shelf, he is not leaning against it though figuring it would likely fall over if he did. "Doing well enough I suppose," Kate answers, refraining from leaning against the bookshelf herself, grinning warmly, "Had the midnight and early morning shift today, so I'm up after a little bit of a nap earlier. Figured I'd get out in the nice weather... though I can't say I was expecting this humidity." Kate runs a hand through her currlier-than-normal pony-tail with a smile, "And thank you. I do occasionally get out of scrubs, really." She glances down at herself with a smirk, as though double checking that she was not still wearing her work uniform. "How're you doing? Ride alongs going well?" she asks, bouncing onto the balls of her feet with a grin, "You going to be coming around through Bellevue any time?" There's a warm note of hope in the question, and a faint smirk. "Yeah, the humidity here is almost as bad as back home. Less chance of a random thunderstorm midday to knock it out though," Corey says with a nod. "Things are going alright, I've been trying to schedule the ride alongs for weekends so I wont have to shift my work schedule too much. I mean I have like a month to get in the hours with the certification." At the question of Bellevue, he hrms and takes out a notecard and unfolds it. "I think I have a late night ride along that will go to Bellevue the end of the month." Sliding it back into his shorts pocket, he smiled. "You ever going to have daylight hours?" "Thunderstorms sorta make me jumpy sometimes. Too many close calls with tornadoes back home," Kate explains, shaking her head, glancing up at the shelf of books where Corey had returned the book he was considering, curious at the title. "Glad to hear that things are going well, though. Good sign. No trouble with the whole... registration thing?" Kate asks quietly, keeping her voice down, just in case. When Corey pulls out the notecard, Kate bounces up onto the balls of her feet again, grinning and trying to sneak a peak at it, "Oh! Well then, maybe I'll see you then." Tilting her head slightly, Kate snorts at the last question, shrugging and glancing towards the door of the shop, "I wish. I may have stretched my luck earlier in the year from missing so many shifts. I'm more then a little lucky I still /have/ a job." Kate grins lopsidedly, "Maybe this time next year I'll actually have some sane hours," she pauses and asks with a sheepish smile, "Why, want to get lunch or something some time?" "Tornadoes didn't really leave you much warning. Hurricanes were what I had to put up with, but you tended to have a good amount of notice before it came through." Shaking his head, Corey chuckles. "And so far so good. I mean its not like I have a dangerous designation, but some of the others in the class make comments. But nobody really bothers me at least. Sorta a benefit of being the size I am," with his biceps flexing a little to make a point. "Still I imagine it would have been harder for me to help out if I was supposed to be in an ambulance instead of the coffee shop," Corey says thoughtfully then shrugs. Chuckling at her lunch comment he replies "Would be kinda difficult to get lunch if you're working wouldn't it? Dinner would work better then though probably." “Nah. The warning was pretty much ‘Ya live in Oklahoma. Welcome to Tornado Alley,’” Kate says with a quiet laugh, leaning a shoulder gently against the shelf nearby, keeping her attention on Corey. “I think you got the same designation as me. ‘Almost human and mostly harmless?’” Kate jokes, though there is a quiet exasperation in her voice, “Can’t say I haven’ heard the comments whispered behind my back at work.” There is an appreciative smirk at the bicep flexing, and Kate looks up at him, eyebrows raised, “I don’t exactly have that going for me. I’m the new girl /and/ the shortest on rotation. No one bothers me, but I hear the catty whispers.” She shakes her head and latches on to the dinner comment, grinning brightly, “True, I tend to sleep through what most people consider lunch. I wouldn’t mind dinner some time, though, if you’d be interested?” The hopeful note in her tone indicates that she might just be asking him out, maybe. She is subtle like that. Chuckling at the description Corey nods looking down towards Kate. “Give or take. I mean at least its not something scary right?.” Frowning at the trouble she’s having, he shakes his head. “Not really fair, but at least it’s just talk. I mean they’d probably find something else to gossip about, that just is the easier thing to pick on.” Pretending to think about her dinner question a moment, he nods. “Dinner it is. Though dunno what kinda food you’d be interested in. I mean, aside from ice cream, hospital food and coffee shop goods I don’t really know much about your tastes. Do you do chinese? Or more a steak and potatoes girl?” He tilts his head at that, not wanting to assume her tastes based on her origins. "There is that. Not outwardly scary, no. Just sort of unnerving in the Big Brother type way, since I can't control if or what information I get from the people around me," Kate agrees with a shrug, apparently fairly resigned to her situation. Crinkling her nose at the thought of talk, a mischievous smirk tugs at her lips, "True. I suppose it could be worse. Just keeping my fingers crossed that when my performance appraisal comes up for review in a few weeks, they don't hold it against me." She bounces to the balls of her feet slightly, when he accepts the dinner invitation, her smile broadening happily. "Chinese is good, though I'm vegetarian. So I suppose - potatoes yes. Steak, not so much," Kate explains, rubbing one hand at the back of her neck, "Not too familiar with a lotta the food places round here - if you've got suggestions, I'm all ears." “Well I meant a scary designation. Not capabilities,” Corey shrugs, then shakes his head. “I don’t know what will come about appraisal wise, if I get an EMS job that is. I mean like how do they judge how you’ve done? Good job there, only three people died on you this month. Well done, have a cookie.” Letting out a sigh, he smiles as she gets more bouncey. “Theres this one really good Chinese food place I’ve been to with friends before. They have dumplings and like the regular stuff. And I guess it’s authentic-ish, but they have vegetarian stuff at least. I’ve had a few of the things either way, and everything's been good thus far. It’s called Baohaus. Oh and they do hotpot too, which if we wanted to share that we can do the veggie one easily. They do have those little mushroomy things that people seem to like a lot. They’re cute.” "Probably depends from company to company," Kate says of the appraisals, nodding, "/Pretty/ sure they don't do a body count. Just, y'know, no obvious grievous errors, I suppose. Might be different between private hospital companies and government run ones, y'know?" As Corey describes the restaurant, Kate wets her lips slightly and grins, nodding. "That does sound pretty good. I think I've heard of them? Just from the other nurses chatting," Kate says, mouth quirked thoughtfully to the side. "Do they do dim sum? Or at least the little red bean paste filled ones? I have a serious weakness for those," Kate admits with a sheepish grin, "But that place sounds pretty awesome. Could meet up some evening, after you're done with classes, I'm done with sleeping off my shift?" she chirps, still bouncing ever so slightly on her toes. With a nod, Corey replies, “I’ll have to ask if I get a job. I mean, I’m almost done my ride alongs so I’ll just have to start putting in applications, and well, hope that my resume of a dozen jobs in a few years won’t be held too much against me.” Smiling at her happiness over the little things, he nods. “Yeah they have those. And other sorts of stuffed dumplings and all, since well it’s in the name after all.” Tilting his head, he nods at the planning, “Sure we can do that. One of the weekdays would probably be better, since the weekends were when I was scheduling ride alongs. Don’t want to assume tasty food on the same day as learning the ropes of assorted mayhem.” Kate nods in agreement, waving her hand a bit, “It’s the sort of thing that you should find out about, yeah. And you’re still pretty young - a dozen jobs just means that you’ve gotten your wandering out of your system. As long as you’ve been at your current place for a bit? Should be peachy.” The confirmation of delicious dumplings gets a bright grin from Kate, and she nods emphatically, “Oh good to hear. Definitely good to hear.” There is a quiet, not-too-ladylike snort from Kate at the idea of being put off from food because of a day’s work, “Ah, if I followed that idea, I’d never have eaten while in school. But I understand - weekdays tend to work better for me, anyway.” Kate pulls out her phone and checks the calendar, scrolling through it idly, though there isn’t too much in the calendar to be accounted for, “Next Thursday sound like a plan?” “Oh I know, but I also know it gets people jumpy. Since it shows that you don’t really have your roots in one place,” Corey says with a shrug. “And yeah, I’ve been there for a while now. At least a year probably.” Making a face at the talk of school, he lets out a sigh. “More the violence than blood sweat and gore. We had enough of that in the past few months when we were helping the others at least.” Frowning he makes a face, “Too many burnt and hurt. But that is apparently a thing that happens with them more than it ought.” He smiles as she pulls out her phone to check, and does the same with his. “Yeah sure, we can do that. I don’t have anything else that evening. So Thursday, and Baohaus.”