Hazel and Maggy #10 Huzzah!

Andrew
I sat, watching him run off. I rubbed the back of my neck, thinking.

(skip to the card thingy?)

(Yep, you'd best start)

"I'd appreciate if you'd keep your private life for yourself", the lady said venomously passing Andrew a letter.

Andrew
"Just leave it somewhere I'll find it next time" I grumbled at her, taking the letter off of her.

The card's front cover was filled with daisies. On the inside there was a message typed out by a computer, which was drawn on by a pencil. Obviously by Isaac. The still visible letters behind the pencil said 'sorry for your lost'. Isaac's message said."I tried searching for a postcard with daisis but couldn't find one. That's why I got you this funeral one. I tried. x, Isaac."

Andrew
I chuckled lightly, looking at it, tracing the writing with my finger. I carefully placed it in my pocket, to take home and place next to the other one at home.

(skip?)

(Yup)
Andrew
Much to my colleague's delight, I made her give Isaac a little letter, one with a picture of NYC on through front. On the back, written in my scruffy left handed writing was 'Meet me at Starbucks, 5 o'clock' And that's where I stood now, a little early, but waiting for Isaac. Wearing a large coat and jeans, I had even bothered to put my lipring in.

Isaac called his mother on his way to the meeting spot."...yes I got the babysitter.... The one with the ponytais, yes..." he finally saw Andrew but didn't hang up as he held tbe phone between his shoulder and his ear and he waved."...mum, all is fine. Yes. Mhm, alright. G'bye."He finally hang up."Hello there."

Andrew
"Hi" I smiled at him, "Let's get a coffee before we go" I said, walking into Starbucks. "Black?" I asked, recalling his order from before.

Isaac smiled widely."Yup. Ah, no..." he frowned when his phone rang again."Hello... Tatiana? I can't talk right now... Tate, I'm in the middle of something..."Isaac giggled."Maybe. None of your business. Yes, please. Goodbye." Isaac closed his phone and nervously fixed his hair."Sorry again. Seems like I'm becoming popular." He felt lightly inadequate in his dad's shirt, since he didn't have any himself. Because Isaac was so tiny, and his dad was the normal built for a man in his late fourties, it felt weird but looked okay, because it had short sleeves.

Andrew
I chuckled lightly, ordering the coffees, as soon as they came, I passed Isaac's over to him. I then lead the way out of the shop, "Before you ask, no I am not telling you" I said, smiling lightly to myself.

"Thank you. Telling me what?" Isaac asked raising an eyebrow playfully. He was careful with the hot cffee because he didn't want to get burned, and he did that a lot.

Andrew
"Where we're going" I replied simply, glancing over to him, holding onto my coffee, slightly tight.

Isaac gasped."Ei, that's mean. You could be a murderer, still."

Andrew
"Damn, busted" I said, shaking my head, "C'mon, spit-spot, it'll be closed by the time we get there, at this rate" I added.

"Have I told you that I like your accent?" Isaac asked sipling his coffee cautiously.

Andrew
"Accent? Oh that accent. Nah, everyone hates it, including I" I said shrugging lightly.

"Compiment fisher. Well, I like it", Isaac sad smiling at him.

Andrew
I shook my head at him lightly, "You'd be the first" I mumbled, sipping my coffee.

"And you shoud make me your first and only", Isaac winked.

Andrew
"What?" I exclaimed, furrowing my brow, looking at him.

Isaac just snickered secretly."Nothing, nothing..."

Andrew
I sighed lightly, shaking my head again, drinking more of my coffee, "Anyway, here we are" I said, looking up towards the Photography Gallery.