Was that calligraphy?
It took Ty a few seconds to read the elegant script, but he was impressed despite it. His own handwriting was a mishmash of d'nealian and block letters, legible but hardly something to get excited about. But the man's own script reminded him of the handwritten envelopes he used to get from his grandmother on holidays-- not spindly, but neat.
A glance up, though, found something of more interest. The man had busied himself initially at the coffee maker (which awarded a decent view), but more than once during the actual work he thought he'd seen the man's eyes constantly move to him, and then away. Shyness, perhaps, and the window washer could sympathize. He struggled to make friends with his shift, and that was with an outgoing personality. Mix in someone who was introverted or reserved- as so many night owns tended to be- and that task became six times harder.
Offering the man a quick smile Ty stepped back from the glass as much as he could, writing out a quick message and then activating the slow motors on the beam.
'No problem, you as well.'
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It was a long series of days between shifts that week, and not the least because Ty was actively looking forward to working. The logical part of his brain- which had steered him fairly well through most of is cravings and desires- was screaming at him not to hold out too much hope that the tenant from the Oasis would be there again. It was no doubt a random encounter, the man being up later than normal, and nothing coming of it.
But...well, it was rare for him to get out much anymore, with his hours, and there'd been no way for him not to notice that the man was attractive. Nervous, sure, but they couldn't really talk. Ty had more or less given up on dating, but there was nothing wrong with passing notes and generally admiring an attractive guy a few nights a week.
And God, when had his life gotten so empty?
But he still tried not to get his hopes up as the bar made it's way up the side of the Oasis, working along the veritable crystal palace worth of glass that needed to be cleaned.
It took Ty a few seconds to read the elegant script, but he was impressed despite it. His own handwriting was a mishmash of d'nealian and block letters, legible but hardly something to get excited about. But the man's own script reminded him of the handwritten envelopes he used to get from his grandmother on holidays-- not spindly, but neat.
A glance up, though, found something of more interest. The man had busied himself initially at the coffee maker (which awarded a decent view), but more than once during the actual work he thought he'd seen the man's eyes constantly move to him, and then away. Shyness, perhaps, and the window washer could sympathize. He struggled to make friends with his shift, and that was with an outgoing personality. Mix in someone who was introverted or reserved- as so many night owns tended to be- and that task became six times harder.
Offering the man a quick smile Ty stepped back from the glass as much as he could, writing out a quick message and then activating the slow motors on the beam.
'No problem, you as well.'
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It was a long series of days between shifts that week, and not the least because Ty was actively looking forward to working. The logical part of his brain- which had steered him fairly well through most of is cravings and desires- was screaming at him not to hold out too much hope that the tenant from the Oasis would be there again. It was no doubt a random encounter, the man being up later than normal, and nothing coming of it.
But...well, it was rare for him to get out much anymore, with his hours, and there'd been no way for him not to notice that the man was attractive. Nervous, sure, but they couldn't really talk. Ty had more or less given up on dating, but there was nothing wrong with passing notes and generally admiring an attractive guy a few nights a week.
And God, when had his life gotten so empty?
But he still tried not to get his hopes up as the bar made it's way up the side of the Oasis, working along the veritable crystal palace worth of glass that needed to be cleaned.
