“….okay, I can do this. I’ll just have to change my strategy. ” Aya muttered. Guertena doesn’t seem to be very receptive to her questions. At least not much about his art. What if she tried something different? Weren’t there talk about him enjoying music? Perhaps if she lead with that? Or was that too forward?
“I lasted longer this time…” Aya sighed. It was rather difficult to strike up a conversation with the blond man. She never had that much interest of art, preferring to focus on her medical career. So she doesn’t know what sort of questions to ask Guertena. Perhaps what paintbrush he use? Or was that too stupid of a question? Perhaps what was his most favorite art? Will that question be better?
Why was it so hard? She wished her mother was here. Surely she would have some tips on how to get a man’s attention. Aya certainly wasn’t going to ask Maria.
Aya was working on her paperwork when she heard the door open. Quickly she put down her pen and got up, strolling casually to the patient’s waiting room.
“Hello? I’m Doctor Aya Drevis, how may I help you?” She ask as she enter the waiting room.
“Ah… Bonjour, madame… I seem to be kinda lost…” the girl meekly called out. “Can you telle me where I may be, s’il-vous plait..?”
Oh? A child? She seem to be French though.
“You’re at Drevis Clinic.” She responded kindly. “If you’re looking for the nearest town it’s a little to the east. But it’s quite a drive away.” Aya added, observing the girl carefully.
Aya was drinking tea outside when she saw a visitor approach the clinic. Placing her cup of tea down she smile at the visitor. “Hello, I’m Doctor Aya Drevis, is there anything you need?” She asked.
“Hm? Oh, hello there!” The Doctor spoke up quite cheerfully as he made his approach to the small girl. Strange, the clinic seemed to be a bit out of nowhere. Peculiar location to have established one. “I’m the Doctor. Well… nice to know there is another one about, yes. Well, anyway, question. I was wondering if you happened to have the time on you, miss Drevis?”
A doctor? Although he did say the doctor as opposed to a doctor. Still Aya wondered. What would a doctor be doing here at her clinic. Her clinic was well known for being free. Did he want to work here or something? No, it didn’t seem like it. In addition to that, he didn’t offer either his first or last name. It really is odd. Still not her place to judge.
Still she smiled.
“It’s 11:30.” She paused. “What bring you to this place.” She asked, curiously. It wasn’t that often a doctor will visit her clinic. They normally just send their old equipment to her clinic without even visiting.
“Hello! Welcome to Drevis Clinic. I’ll be with you in a second.” Aya called out from the patient’s examination room. She was putting away her tools before heading out to the waiting room to see her newest patient.
In his arms, he carried a fairly heavy bag of groceries from the store nearby. His arms could only handle the weight for so long before he forced himself to set it down steadily and stare at the building in front of him.
He scratched his head. All he wanted to do was go out for food and head home, simple as that. He honestly did not expect to wander far although he placed most of the blame on the bag for affecting his vision and poor direction. Nothing was wrong with his eyes either. He was poor with memorizing the pathways to the simple array of buildings awaiting him.
Garry’s ears tuned into the voice coming from the building. His confidence sank. He ended up at a clinic? Hopefully, he could explain to the woman inside that it was all a mistake.
The bag felt like iron. It was hard to pick up again after setting it down on the grass. Instead, he pushed it the other direction of the clinic and prayed he could avoid any confrontation in time.
Aya wasn’t sure what was she expecting. For some reason, she wasn’t expecting a purple hair man, carrying a bag. Was that groceries in the bag? Had Maria started using a delivery service for their supplies now? But he was trying to leave the place. Or so it seem. Was he lost? Aya quietly wonder how could a man get lost in a place so far away from town. It doesn’t seem like he has a ride either.
“Hello?” She called out uncertainly to the man.
“He’s never going to notice me…”
It is okay to post a ton of ooc.
It is okay to have favorite partners.
It is okay to not make starters.
It is okay to only reply to certain threads.
It is okay to RP to make yourself happy.
//welp, I have no answer to this. After enough delaying and staring I finally activate it, which mean I’ll force myself to write replies now. Cause I’ll feel guilty if I do this, and haven’t done much actual replies. M!A end on 22nd at noon then.
