"[color=00a651]Well, honestly. It seems like I'm just avoiding trouble. Y'heard those rumors? Gnarly stuff.[/color]" though the rumors hadn't been much of a problem, he'd been kind of amused by the whole scene. People could be so creative if they were given the chance and they'd really been given the chance. He was good at pretending that they bothered him though, that slightly disappointed curve to his mouth, a push of a brow, a head shake. It was a fluent move but it slipped back into an easy smile and he leaned back in his seat, propping his arms up behind him. He all but propped his feet on the table, though that wasn't entirely beyond him, he didn't feel like being that obnoxious kid in the coffee shop today. Maybe tomorrow but definitely not today.

He visibly and mentally relaxed at talking to the other boy, and nearly perked when the blonde girl responded to him as well. It wasn't like he expected her to ignore him but having her respond was just so nice. As long as he was talking, he didn't have to worry about the party or the smiling kid, he didn't have to even think about it. He loved company so much that it was nearly ridiculous, it had the effect of someone petting an overly eager dog, he basked in it. When the girl started messing with the door though, he became nearly frantic for a moment, it was that weird fearful edge. What if the fridge wasn't screwing up? What if there was something else? Nervously, he watched her head off to the ladies room, catching something small shoot forward after her, he blinked in astonishment.

Rubbing at his eyes a moment, he decided that he couldn't automatically assume it was connected in any way. He hadn't even seen what it was, it might have been a fly of some sort. It was hot, flies were bound to drift in, right? Straight through the mall, through crowds of people, [i]into a cafe.[/i] Perfect logic right there with our brain sergeant Carson Graye. Denial wasn't a pretty color on him and he tried to pretend that he wasn't just swimming in it. Instead he turned his nervous attention back to Curtis, Carson was almost positive that he was a second short of breaking a sweat. Fantastic. Like he needed to sweat into this shirt anymore, this was getting ridiculous.

He just had to calm down. He needed a breather, he wasn't supposed to act like this. "[color=00a651]Not a huge coffee fan myself, but I can drink it.[/color]" his voice wasn't even anymore, it was rising and dropping as if he was on the edge of screaming and running off. Making a face at himself, he forced his mouth back into a smile and drew in a deep breath. "[color=00a651]Usually just end up meeting people here, gotta handle my time wisely or else I never end up doing anything. That freezer seems to be a big issue though, look at all that fog. It can't be healthy to inhale that.[/color]"