Sebastian had been waiting around for 5 minutes now. This was pretty lame. His coworker had told him this place had great service, but Sebastian was skeptical. Claire was the type of person that simply lies when she’s bored. They were just involved in one of those water cooler conversations at work, pretty standard, mundane stuff. Well, except that they were at a coffee machine; Claire clearly hadn’t had anything to wake her up this morning. She brought her thermos as usual anyway, but it seemed very dejected today, and she didn’t have any coffee in it, either. Thermoses just want to be filled. Just a fact of life. Sad to see it in such a state.
Anyway, lying, that’s right. That’s one way of spicing up life, he thought. Maybe he’d try it out some day. Not today, of course, since lying when you’re ordering dinner tends to muck things up just a bit. Maybe he’d lie to the next person that greeted him with a “Hi, how are you doing?”. Yeah.
Seb hated that introduction; it takes away from genuinely wanting to know how someone’s doing because “Good, how are you” is said so much that it doesn’t even mean anything anymore. Neither person really cares that much, so why not just smile and say “Good afternoon” or something? Shorter, along with less pretending you want to start a conversation and whatnot.
“Hi, how are you doing?”, Seb hears as he’s daydreaming. Thank God, a waiter. Would’ve thought those had gone extinct or something.
“I’m well, how are you?” Whoops. Wasn’t he just internally complaining about this? He was such a disappointment to himself sometimes.
Seb was actually doing quite well, other than the 5 minute wait after sitting down. He’d found his favorite mug, after a week of searching, which was a relief, because his other mugs had just the worst personalities. His teal one was a little baby when it came to heat, so he couldn’t make tea or coffee in it, the one from San Francisco was grumpy, and his girlfriend had become obsessed with the one with polka dots, so he never got a shot at that one. She really loved talking to that mug, and Seb couldn’t really blame her.
“I’m good, what would you like to drink?”
“Uhh…Could I get…uh…yea a Whiskey Sour?” Seb had a knack for getting distracted at mildly inconvenient times.
“Sure, we’ll have that right out” Doubt it.
At least Seb had plenty of time to glance at others in the restaurant in the meantime. He loved looking at other people and cups and trying to guess what they had on their minds. That guy over there was clearly disappointed that he got his lemonade in a martini glass, I’m sure the glass wasn’t pleased to hold a drink that below its status! Way too sour, too. The couple in the corner was clearly here for some kind of anniversary, and they were celebrating with some wine. They had certainly been here for a while, because the girl on the right was a bit tipsy, and her glass wasn’t looking or sounding overly stable either. The other glass clearly had a better tolerance and was embarrassed at its partner, but the girl on the left was definitely enjoying seeing her partner all giggly.
Tess would’ve certainly enjoyed this dinner. She was the kind of person that simply enjoyed seeing others happy. Was a shame she had to cancel plans last minute, but when you’re that close to solving the biggest case this city’s ever seen, you’ve gotta follow through. Sebastian didn’t mind too much about that, it was just a bit unfortunate none of his friends were free that night, either.
Maybe his cup would have something of interest to say. He doubted it, though; not like he’d heard of this place for its drinks. Plus, he had a hunch they would just give him some uptight little glass. The skinny ones were the absolute worst; stiff and typically they’re filled with some white wine, which only makes them even more obnoxious. At least the proper, wider wine glasses sometimes can get looser with some time, but generally the straighter and thinner the glass, Seb noticed, the less he tended to enjoy the drink.
Much to his delight, his drink came in a copper mule mug. Seb ordered a ribeye, this place’s specialty, according to Claire...probably not a good idea. He was just a very trusting person…though maybe “gullible” or “naïve” is more accurate. The mule mug, while not quite as cozy as a good porcelain mug, was just about the best thing one could hope for when ordering a cocktail. Seb let out a little sign of relief, which the mug overheard. The container wiggled a bit in excitement, assuming he was pleased to see it.
“Calm down there, they’ve filled you to the brim with shaved ice, and I don’t want you spilling all over my shirt.” Sebastian wasn’t the most fashion-conscious person, but this was one of his favorite button-ups.
“Sorry guy. You alone tonight? Thought this was a two person reservation.” The mug replied.
Seb explained his situation, which was met with understanding from the copper fellow. The two were also in agreement that the piano was definitely flat by just a tad bit. The mug was convinced that the manager and musician were both tone deaf. The mug had been thinking about asking for a transfer for about two weeks now; in particular, it was eyeing up the bar across the street. Seemed like a popular venue for some local jazz and blues bands, the mug said.
The ribeye wasn’t too bad at all. Seb preferred his steak with a lot of pepper, which wasn’t how it turned out, but it was cooked very consistently all throughout so he couldn’t really complain. He didn’t want to stay for too long after, the sun looked to be setting in half an hour and his phone was almost out of juice. Normally he’d charge it at work, but he was all over the office today and forgot to plug it in, which isn’t great for most people, but Seb had an irrational fear — alright maybe not fear, he’d say. More distaste. Seb had an irrational distaste for having low battery. Didn’t help that he was forgetful with regards to charging it at home, either.
He got his check quickly, oddly enough. On his way out, he let the waiter know about the piano tuning, which the mug was excited to hear. Seb also urged it to request that transfer, he thought it would be a better fit at somewhere more relaxed.
It wasn’t quite that cold out yet, so Seb decided to walk back to the apartment. “You need the exercise, anyway”, he joked to himself; he didn’t really think of walking as actual exercise. In reality, he didn’t call a cab because he wanted to finish his podcast; the time it took to walk back would line up perfectly. The morning’s rain had stopped a couple of hours earlier, and Sebastian loved the smell post-rain. He was looking forward to having the apartment to himself for a couple of hours, maybe even the whole night if Tess stayed at work overnight. That thought excited him; not that he enjoyed seeing her overworked, of course not. Just when life gives you lemons, it might be better to make lemonade with them, instead of biting into one or squirting the juice into your eye. The last option is probably the last thing to do with lemons.