Cornerstone Bar Sunday: Noonish
Azura sat patiently observing the people around her. The first two patrons she noticed was a man and a woman whom had seemed to be engaged in a deep conversation. Respecting their privacy, Zura looked away and focused on her water in front of her. It was almost empty, the condensation creating droplets on the side of the glass. Absentmindedly, she twirled her straw around smiling slightly at the sound of ice cubes clinking delicately on the sides of the cup. It was then that she became lost in her own world. The bar, the people, everything seemed to melt away until she was consumed, her daydream taking hold of her. The only thing that existed in that moment was her and the glass on the counter-top. She leaned forward, all of her attention focused on the fog caused by the different temperatures clashing together. With her index finger she began tracing simple doodles such as; a smiley face, a flower, and even a lightening bolt. She was calm, no longer anxious as she began mulling over prospective ideas for future art pieces.
“Damn, nice outfit." A voice suddenly spoke, snapping Azura out of her thoughts.
She looked up from her drink and slowly turned her gaze towards the man whom had acknowledged her outside the building.
“I probably could have used that as a car cover back at the shop.” Normally, most would take his random comment as an insult. At first, Azura had felt slightly offended. Her eyebrows narrowed but she said nothing as she assessed the stranger before her. After a moment she then realized that this man had a type of sarcastic humor that most people misunderstood.
She half smiled as her entire persona had shifted. Here it came, the most intense part of the rollercoaster, the corkscrew. Instead of remaining soft spoken, and hunched over her chair. In the blink of an eye, Azura's personality transformed into that of an outgoing, no nonsense individual. Her back straightened, her shoulders squared, and she turned to face the man head on with her chin resting on the palm of her hand. She eyed him up and down after he made his comment, making it obvious that she was taking in every inch of his appearance, his aura, his very being. Due to her supernaturally accurate instinct, when it comes to others, she can read them like an open book. Instead of seeming offended, she decided to play along with his good natured sarcasm.
"Oh really?" The brunette scoffed without missing a beat.
This is coming from the man who decided to wear cargo shorts?"You see, the drastic change in Azura's personality was quite normal to those whom had known her well. A school counselor once deduced that due to her horrible upbringing, the poor girls personality split into three. There were times when she would be sweet, gentle, shy, and sincere. This persona being her core personality. The artist who wanted to make others happy and the world a more beautiful place.
Other times she would be dragged down in a black lagoon of horrible depression, despair, and self-loathing. In this instance, she had become her protective persona. One whom she had created to help save herself from certain situations that Azura would find scary or uncomfortable. This persona came off as outgoing, tough, and sarcastic. When crossed however, the consequences could be dire. To sum it up: this persona could be best described as the Tsundere personality.
Azura flipped her hair over her shoulder and took another sip of her drink. She then glanced up at Rowen whom had been busy helping the other customers. Earlier she had mentioned that she had already spoken to the owner of this establishment. Curious as to what was said, Zura had felt impatience begin to set in as she tapped her foot absentmindedly out of boredom. Turning her head once more, she looked back at the coffee drinker whom had poked fun at her sweatshirt. Deciding the best way to make the time pass would be to get to know random strangers that the real Azura would be too afraid to socialize with.
"So." She began pausing only to take another sip of her drink.
"Car cover? Shop? I'm guessing that would either make you a car salesman or a mechanic."Tilting her head to the side she studied his face once more.
"My name is Azura by the way... Who are you again?"It was then that another figure had entered the bar. She was another female. One with a thick english accent causing her to stand out from everyone else.
"Excuse me, anyone help out a new comer? I just arrived in town looking for my apartment im renting. Pinnacle Apartments, meant to be near the Town hall. Landlord gave me a map but ive already driven past the Town hall 3 times and not found it. that or someone knows how to work a land rover sat nav."She spoke in a rush, all of her words coming out in a slight rant as if she were nervous. Azura had felt slightly sorry that the girl had been lost, but in truth she was new to the city herself. Unable to help, she simply shrugged her shoulders and resumed her attention on the coffee cargo man in front of her. However, she still kept a weary eye on the new comer who had approached the counter right in front of Rowen.
"...and a Black coffee, no sugar please if you sell it."
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