If Robert hadn’t been listening, or hadn’t heard from an associate like Cyrus had about his little response, Cy would not have lost sleep over it. As he said, Robert’s opinion of him really didn’t make any difference, he’d still go to the same coffee shop, not change a thing in his wardrobe and continue about his day… But that wasn’t saying that Cy didn’t find the concept of meeting the mysterious poster interesting. And it was sort of like a variation of Robert’s posts on craigslist, egotistical, maybe, but there was still the pinch of hope that his coffee shop ‘admirer’ would show his face.
Cyrus wasn’t one to generally show much emotion, and besides the almost natural not bothered expression on his face that was hardly broken by a smile, he tended to keep away from feeling anything. It was easier that way. As of late people left Cy alone, which he did not mind at all, of course in middle and high schools there were always comments, always jokes and stares and Cy will be the first to put the person who recites that rhyme about sticks and stones in their place. Don’t you dare tell Cyrus that making a person feel like absolute shit- convincing them for a long time that they aren’t worth anything- telling them that “god” if there was one didn’t love them because of something they can’t change, hurts less than having a bone broken.
Since then Cy had built up pretty substantial walls. But after years of healing, shutting people out, and finally feeling like he was getting to a place in his life where he was ‘alright’ there were still holes. Yes, Robert’s comments caught him off guard, and Cyrus had his moment, but it was over now and life needed to go on.
The next morning brought with it a slow day of discussing stories with his boss and he definitely needed his coffee. When he walked into the shop, newspaper stuck under his arm, messenger bag slung over a shoulder he was greeted less cheerily by a boy with a coffee pot.
"Hey, Cy…" was the lame hello and Cyrus’ eyebrows furrowed into his forehead. This kid was usually so bright and sickly cheery in the mornings that Cy almost couldn’t stand it.
"…What’s the matter with you?" He asked before the other man nodded his head in Robert’s direction. Cy glanced over before tensing slightly.
"He’s in your seat, man…." Cyrus nodded.
"I can see that, yes." He waved a hand, and although there was a slightly annoyed expression on his face he breathed out, "At any rate, it’s not my seat… It’s a public space.” The boy, who looked at Cy and then the raven haired man, paused before shrugging.
“I jus’ got confused when I saw him there, ya’know… I’m so used ta seein’ you sittin’ there. It was weird- I had to do one of them double take things-“ Cy nodded the coffee boy’s jabbering on not really helping the situation and it wasn’t until he was called into the kitchen that the conversation ended. Now it was a matter of where Cy should sit. He paused for another moment, Robert totally ruining his morning routine, and decided to sit at the small table directly in front of where Robert was sitting in his seat, at his table, reading that damn newspaper with that fucking smug look on his face. He sat facing Robert, glancing at him before the waitress came from the back with a fresh cup of coffee, already made how Cyrus always drank it, bringing it to Robert at his table before blinking and mumbling a blushed ‘S-sorry' in embarrassment and seeking out Cy, finding him at the next table. Cy rubbed his face as the mug was sat on the table. Was it really that hard to actually look for him? Instead of just assuming where he was?
She hovered for a moment before opening her mouth, “Almost gave him your coffee…" A little laugh that quickly trailed off, “Sorry, Cy." Was the quick comment before her hand shot out for the napkin wrapped silverware.
Cyrus waved a hand, “Don’t be sorr-” He started before an eyebrow shot up, “…I haven’t opened them yet…”
She paused, “Oh…”
"I’m sure they’re fine." Cyrus insured her, already not bothered with the situation and the employees’ confusion anymore, focusing on determining if he’d seen Robert here before.
“You /sure/?” The girl asked, a kind of disappointing tone in her voice. Her and the kitchen staff had made a pact to get the silverware so clean that Cy would one day not send her back to the kitchen to fetch another set. This time didn’t count since he didn’t even look at them. And she was a little upset with him that he hadn’t taken more of an interest. “…I’ll come back later-“ Was her response when she wrote down Cy’s order and skidded away.
He’s definitely seen Robert here and his fingers drummed on the table slightly when he came to that conclusion before opening his own newspaper bringing the coffee mug to his lips.
Robert smiled sweetly at the waitress as she apologized, having mistakenly brought him the other man’s coffee. All it took was a simple change in tables and the whole cafe was waddling around like lost ducks after a geomagnetic reversal of the earth’s magnetic poles. What to do? Where to go? Who ordered what? It was all so hilariously ridiculous. Then, to top it off, the short man didn’t even join him! Oh, no. He clearly hadn’t been expecting Robert to actually show up that day.
Icy blue eyes peered over the top of his paper, watching the radio host for a moment as he considered what to do. Should he send him an anonymous text just to spook the man? Or perhaps he should resort to more irritating tactics? Like a paper airplane with a phallus drawn on it or maybe shoot hair ties in his direction. The investigator shoveled another fork full of eggs, realizing that the only reason he always kept hair ties on hand was on the off chance his daughter needed them, and if he wasted them on the man, he’d be without any left. Knowing his luck, a Maddy’s hair emergency would happen to occur that very day, so disposing of them for his own amusement would only lead to severe frustration at a later hour. That wouldn’t do at all.
Tucking his newspaper under his arm, Robert stood from his seat, sauntering over to the other man, with his meal, napkin, and coffee in hand. “You know,” he started, swiping his tongue along the edges of his upper teeth, taking the empty seat across from Cyrus. “It isn’t very nice to ask a man out to breakfast over the radio and then sit down at another table all together.” He placed his plate down on the table in front of him, setting the newspaper off to the side as he draped the napkin over his lap. “Or weren’t you expecting me today?” Robert asked, the corners of his lips quirking up in amusement as set his coffee down, taking another bite of his breakfast.
Though, Robert won’t deny he wasn’t a tad bit disappointed. Considering the man was on the radio, he was expecting a grander spectacle than this. A tantrum or a hoity demand that he remove himself from his table. “I see you’re off to a good start today, hm?” He gestured towards the utensils. “Haven’t sent them back for a cleaner set.” Progress already. Or at least he hoped it was progress and the man wasn’t simply thrown off by the change in the seating arrangement.