Chapter 493 Coffee Shop

Wednesday, February 15th, Afternoon

It wasn't Sunday, so not their usual coffee get-together. But the show was coming soon, and they decided to blow off some steam in the early evening. They met in a SoHo coffee shop on Prince Street. One of them dressed from just coming home from a marathon day at the office, more than a little frazzled and needing a break. The other dressed in casual clothing, wearing a stylish army jacket and combat boots, with distressed jeans.

After getting their order, they took a seat and looked across the table from each other. The blonde, who wore the army jacket, looked at the brunette businesswoman and smiled. Blue eyes met hazel, and there was a silent nod between them.

"Thanks for meeting me," Trinity "Trin" Adams, the businesswoman, said.

The blonde shrugged, "No problem, what else was I doing today?" Elizabeth "Ellie" Scott asked.

"You were supposed to make right with your other friends," Trin said.

"I've been doing that," Ellie said, "Anyway, why are you home with Wyatt?"

"I need some adult time," Trin said.

Ellie smiled, "Well, here we are," she said.

"Yes, we are," Trin said.

"That we are," Ellie said.

"So, do you like being back here?" Trin asked.

"I do miss it, but I'd rather be in my house than a hotel," Ellie said.

"From my understanding, you are going back," Trin said.

Ellie nodded, "I have some unfinished business there, then I will return here," she said.

"Wyatt misses you," Trin said.

"I miss him as well," Ellie said.

"Well, I bet he can't wait for you to return full time," Trin said.

"Neither can I," Ellie said.

Trin sipped her coffee, "Is this article that important to keep you in Tree Hill?" she asked.

"Yes, it's my chance to show I can write more than; I've stopped wearing a bra for a month, and here are the results type shit," Ellie said.

"You're good at that, as you put it, shit," Trin said.

"But it's not why I became a writer," Ellie said.

"Why did you start writing?" Trin asked.

"To pay the bills," Ellie said, "I always wanted to be an author."

"Just like your dad," Trin said.

"Not quite, but yeah," Ellie said.

"Daddy notice me?" Trin asked.

"Maybe," Ellie said.

"Ellie, let's face it, your sister took all your dad's attention, and you want to be noticed. C'mon, we're both women with daddy issues here. We can be honest with each other," Trin said.

"Maybe, just maybe…." Ellie started to say.

"Naughty girls need love too?" Trin asked.

Ellie rolled her eyes, "I just wanted to tell fun stories," she said.

"Yet you ended up telling, well, quite an erotic work," Trin said.

"It's the truth," Ellie said.

"Anyways," Trin said.

Ellie shrugged, "Well, it's not always nice to relive," she said.

Trin nodded.

"Ellie?" a male voice boomed over the air. Ellie and Trin looked over to see someone standing in the door. Ellie took in Dawson, noticing he was wearing his typical uniform but had a guitar slung over his back.

"Dawson," Ellie said.

"Dawson?" Trin asked.

Ellie nodded and stood up. Dawson walked over, and they hugged. Ellie sat back down while Dawson unslung his guitar. "Mind if you join you?" Dawson asked.

Ellie looked at Trin, "Well?" Ellie asked.

"Sure, sure," Trin said.

Dawson pulled out a chair and took a seat. He looked around the table and settled his eyes on Trin.

"Hello, I'm Dawson," he said.

"Trin," Trin said and offered a hand.

"So, Dawson, what brings you down here with a guitar?" Ellie asked.

Dawson shrugged, "They have music here, and well, it's me tonight," he said.

"A Musician? Really?" Trin asked.

"Trin," Ellie said.

"What am I missing here?" Dawson asked.

"Trin wants to know if you're a musician," Ellie said.

Dawson shook his head, "No, it's a hobby," he said, "And why the attitude, Trin?"

"What attitude?" Trin asked.

"Trin has had some bad experiences with musicians," Ellie explained.

Dawson nodded, "Oh, well, as I said, it's just a hobby," he said.

"What do you do for a living?" Trin asked.

"I'm a freelancer," Dawson said.

"Oh, unemployed?" Trin asked.

"Trin, just because you had to get a job and a career earlier doesn't mean everyone has to," Ellie said.

"No, I work from contract to contract. Mainly working on big projects for software firms, and get paid well for it," Dawson said.

"Oh really?" Trin asked, "Like, what do you specialize in?"

"I'm more of working on coding for various platforms," Dawson said.

"Such as?" Trin asked.

"NDA's keep me from saying who," Dawson said.

"Mhmm," Trin said.

"What do you do, Trin?" Dawson asked.

"I'm the VP for New York at Davis Enterprises," Trin said proudly.

"I see, VPs, the most common and powerless executive in the breed," Dawson said.

"How can you say that?" Trin asked.

"It's all title and no power," Dawson said.

"He's kind of right," Ellie said.

"Don't defend him; let him dig himself out," Trin said.

Dawson nodded, "Well, Trin, I don't have to judge or validate your feelings because if you need someone to do that for you, you have more serious issues than you think," he said, standing up and grabbing his guitar.

Dawson walked over to the small stage and unpacked his guitar. Taking a seat on a stool, he balanced the guitar on his knee and checked the tuning.

"Good evening, welcome, and tonight's first song is Californication," Dawson said into the microphone and started to play his guitar.

Ellie looked at Trin and shrugged.

"The nerve," Trin said.

"Sometimes, and I believe you said it, everyone needs to see things from a different perspective," Ellie said.

Trin sighed, "I did say that," she said.

"Well?" Ellie asked.

"He's interesting," Trin said.

"Also, he's not Brian," Ellie said.

Trin sighed, "It's been years, and he still gets to me," she said.

"That's because you'll always have a piece of him," Ellie said.

"The best part," Trin said.

Ellie did a smile/chuckle thing, "Yeah, Wyatt's a great kid," she said.

Trin nodded, "Dawson's not half bad," she said.

"Well then, let's listen to him play," Ellie said.

"If we must," Trin said jokingly.

The two friends smiled and turned their chairs to face Dawson playing on the stage.