The white haired male sighed as he scratched out the line he had just written. How hard could it possibly be to write a personal essay? He growled brow furring apparently really fucking hard. He tapped his pen on the table it added an odd rhythm that was out of time with the soft indie music filling up the room.
Ja'far leaned back in the chair as he looked up from his damned essay for a moment glance around the coffee shop. It was more crowded than normal usually there were only three or four people in the place leaving many of the tables and booths unused. Today however there wasn't an empty seat in the house. Rise and Grind was just some small little shop down a back alley, it was hard to find secluded and the coffee was strong as hell. The best place in the world for an English Lit Major with a deadline due by the end of the night.
Except it wasn't so empty today, Ja'far blamed it on all the coffee hipsters, he really hated them with their stupid beanies and hobo style. He took a sip of his coffee while he contemplated why in the world you would want to dress like a homeless person and enjoyed the hot bitter liquid hitting his tongue.
He sighed again as he glanced back down at his paper full of scratch marks. He knew that by all rights this shouldn't be so hard but Ja'far was not what one would consider a very open person, and any life changing events he could think of were not happy ones, and to very personal. He had no desire to share any of them with his professor and peers.
He figured he could just make up an event. Maybe tell a story about a Known existent camping trip or maybe something trivial like the loss of a relative or pet. Not that Ja'far had any relatives. So as he tried to decide if he should make up the death of a fictitious family pet or talk about the loss of a fake aunt he was unaware of the figure approaching his table.
"Hey there," Ja'far looked up from his musings to see a large tan man with gold eyes and purple hair sitting across from him "come here often?" he wondered if he could get away with dumping his hot coffee all over this asshole. Ja'far was sure he had to be an asshole, he looked the type. Wearing his fraternity shirt with a big cocky grin. Oh yes Ja'far knew this type of guy, he acted like the universe owed him something and that anyone, be they man or woman should be dying to suck his cock.
"No" he replied flatly suppressing the urge to give the new comer third degree burns.
"Oh well you should really" the stranger began, was he unable to take a hint.
"No" He cut the man off "I come here often the no is too your terrible attempts at flirting" Ja'far clarified as haltingly as possible.
"Well I just thought maybe we could" was he dropped on his head as a child. Ja'far growled at him.
"I'd rather go swimming in the sewers" and with that he glared at the strange man, gathered his books, tipped his barista 5 bucks and walked out.
Honestly the only thing Ja'far hated more in life than having his time wasted was rude dickheads who couldn't figure out no meant no.
Sinbad stared openmouthed as the whitehaired man walked out of the coffee shop. He just kept going through what had just happened, he'd been turned down no worse than that he'd been rejected, horribly so. But that wasn't even the worst part. No the worst part was that he couldn't figure out why. The man didn't allude to him bring straight. He glanced at his appearance in the window he didn't have anything on his face.
*Sniff* Nope he didn't smell. So why in the seven levels off hell had that guy acted like that? He glared down at his Styrofoam cup, the purple haired man could count on one hand the number of people to turn him down and that number was one because it had just happened.
Sinbad shook his head, no there had to be reason, it couldn't just be him. No there was no way he was the Sinbad everybody had heard of him hell he had to beat women and men off him with a stick. No he thought more firmly there was a reason and he would find out what it was.
He stood up from the table and headed towards the barista putting on his biggest smile.
"Excuse me?" The blond haired teen whipped around seemingly a little shocked to be spoken too.
"Umm yes"
"I was just wondering if you knew who that guy was that just left was." He smiled and leaned in closer causing the youth to blush. Yep still got it.
"Oh the white haired guy, yeah I know who that guy is. His names Ja'far he's one of are regulars." The boy smiled "why you wanna know?"
"Oh you know" he shrugged "he was kinda interesting I was wondering you know if he had a girlfriend or boyfriend or whatever" the boy shook his head
"I don't think so, at least I've never seen him with anyone ever except Yam but there just friends" the boy scrunched up his face in thought "nope he's never mentioned anyone. I really don't think he likes people."
"Hmmm" well that was an interesting development. So the guy was simply against people in general, he felt a bit relieved at the fact that it wasn't exclusive to him. It certainly helped his ego. "Well thanks anyway…."
"Oh Alibaba"
"Well thanks for the information Alibaba, I'm Sinbad." He smiled at the boy again before getting his things and heading to leave.
"Oh Mr. Sinbad if you want to see Ja'far again he comes in every day at about three" Sinbad grinned wolfishly. He had a plan, a new challenge he was going to sleep with this Ja'far guy if it killed him.
