Post by Noah Carter on Aug 28, 2009 22:48:15 GMT -5
"You're welcome" Noah said with a smile as she thanked him for the trial and promised not to let him down. "I've got a good feeling about this, and although in business not much credit is given to your gut, artists rely a lot on their intuition" He told her, knowing that despite the fact that he ran his own business, his art forms always came first. The cafe just paid the bills to support that.
Noah nodded as she said she could stay until closing as well. "Good, I'll probably have you stay a bit after closing, it usually takes me about an hour to get everything cleaned up after the last customer and set up for the next day but with two of us it shouldnt take that long" He said already thinking of the benefits this could bring him. He just felt guilty knowing he wouldnt be able to pay her too much and that she'd probably be able to get more money working for a store, or a chain.
Noah nodded again as she said she'd start on cleaning their cups. "Sure, you can follow me" He said getting up and leading her behind the counter. "The sinks over here, all the soap and stuff is stored underneath, we also have a dishwasher in back but if its busy we dont have time to run it..." He said pointing things out along the way. "The cups and dishes are stored over here once they're dry"
Post by Joey Miles on Sept 6, 2009 21:42:36 GMT -5
“Artist?” Joey asked before the words had time to go through her filter. Anything to do with art or creativity interested her and although she didn’t consider her desired profession to be creative she did admire those who were. “Erm. I mean that sounds really interesting. I think the paintings in here are really interesting, they draw you in.” she said letting her eyes wander to the picture closest to them reveling in its beauty.
Joey nodded as he explained how long she’d need to stay. In truth she’d stay all evening if it meant she’d get the job, she was in need of the money and the break from her parents would be much appreciated. “I don’t mind staying as loon as needs be.” She nodded again. “What times are you usually open?” She asked having not paid much attention her last few times in town or to any sign that may have posted the hours on the door when she entered.
Picking up the cups they’d just used Joey followed Noah behind the counter into the kitchen. She looked were he pointed as he explained things and tried to commit it to memory so she wouldn’t need to ask again. “Well I’ll get to work on these and then wipe down the tables in the café, ok?” she asked with a smile as she placed the cups into the sink. “And where are the sweeping brushes and mops? So I can do the floor later.” she said trying to show she was an eager worker.
Post by Noah Carter on Sept 11, 2009 22:47:12 GMT -5
Noah nodded with a smile as she questioned about him being an artist and then complimented the paintings in here. "Thank you. The coffee shop pays the bills and provides for some good conversation, but my real love is the art, paintings, music, poetry" He told her. "What's your passion?" He asked, not figuring that bussing tables at his cafe was her life's goals, wondering what sorts of aspirations she had, not as part of the interview but in getting to know her as a person, and maybe a potential friend.
"Great!" Noah said with enthusiasm as Joey said how she could stay as long as needed. "Usually close by 10 on weekdays, 11 or 12 on weekends depending on how late the customers stay" He told her. "I try to open by 8 so people can stop in before they go to work...but I close sometimes in the afternoon if its slow" He said with a slight frown realizing his hours must seem erratic. He hoped she wasn't regretting coming in, this was why he had never thought to put a help wanted sign in the window, he wasn't sure if people could put up with his eccentricities and irregularities.
Noah then led Joey around showing her the basics but sure he was leaving out a lot. "Sounds good" He replied as she took the initiative of offering to clean up their cups then wipe down the tables. He motioned over to the back corner, behind the stairs that led up to his apartment. "There's a closet back there, with a broom and mop and bucket" He said with a smile, impressed by her work ethic already.
Post by Joey Miles on Sept 13, 2009 0:44:29 GMT -5
Listening name his passions Joey could see his love for them, his talent was visible in the paintings around them. She smiled as he asked what her passion was, Joey knew she had only one passion. “Writing, well journalism. I want to be a journalist.” she said confidently and with bright smile. It was all she’d thought about for as long as she could remember. School wasn’t an option for Joey, so now she was paying her own way and hoped Noah’s job would help. “I’m kinda studying it on my own. I do any work I can get, but news isn’t big here in Forks. Not exactly headline town.” She smiled not meaning to insult the town, most of the time she liked the quiet pace, but she need something to quench her thirst for news.
Looking around Joey wondered if she could write a biography piece on Noah, if not for publication then for her own portfolio. Looking at the work on the walls and the amazingly creative pieces Joey was sure Noah must have an amazing story and mind to be explored and written about. She also hoped she could have a friend, or at least a working relationship.
When Joey heard the hours she quickly realized she’d have to get lights for her bike, riding home that late wasn’t a good idea, not in the dark. “I expect the morning trade is a good one, been the only coffee shop in town and all.” She said trying to show a interest in the market as well as just a job. The schedule seemed perfect, Joey already knew on the afternoons he closed she would go to the library or maybe she could stay and write in the shop. “The hours sound great, I can fit in my writing and research when you close.’ she smiled feeling more and more excited.
Heading into the back Joey was surprised by the size and how neat it was knowing Noah was on his own. When Noah nodded towards the closet Joey wasted no time. She slipped off her jacket looking for a place to hang it, then headed to the closet. “I’ll cleaning up the rain, then start on these dishes” she smiled heading out into the café.
Post by Noah Carter on Oct 14, 2009 21:54:19 GMT -5
"A journalist! That's very exciting." Noah said appreciating almost all jobs but knowing through his poetry how difficult finding the right words could be at times. "Perhaps someday you'll be writing a review on me..in one venue or another" He said wondering if it would be a restaurant review or something covering a performance or exhibit of his arts. "You're right Forks doesnt really have the big headlines, but thats why it needs a good journalist to spice up what there is"
He nodded as she correctly guessed that he did good business in the morning, being the only coffee shop in town. "Mornings are good for business, won't usually find many of our customers too talkative til the afternoon or evening, our morning bunch isnt usually very awake til they leave" He said with a smile. "I am sorry about the random hours" He told her sincerely, but appreciating her willingness to work around them. "Even if we close during the day, you'll be welcome to stay here if there's something you want to work on" He told her, knowing it was convenient for him to close when he lived upstairs, but may not be so easy for her.
He nodded as she told him she'd clean up the rain then start on the dishes. The girl was certainly proving her worth already. "Great, let me know if you need anything "
Post by Joey Miles on Oct 17, 2009 14:46:16 GMT -5
As they spoke Joey could feel the hope growing that the trial she was taking part in would grow into a full job. Talking with Noah felt natural and friendly, she even felt a little of her nervousness slipping away as he spoke positively of her confession of been an aspiring journalist. As he spoke of writing a review on him some day Joey smile and hoped it would be on the art work rather then just a bit filler on the amazing coffee shop. Even as they spoke she was already thinking about an article that could combine the art and the coffee shop, maybe a piece about the artistic coffee place. “I’d like that.” she smiled. Then continues to listen as he commented on the quietness of Forks. “Perhaps I can stir it up a little for some big headlines.” She laughed jokingly and hoping he didn’t think she was some sort of gossip.
Contrary to the customers Joey was a morning person, growing up on the ranch with chores before school she’d always been an early raiser. “Well I’m a little more alert in the morning, so I’ll be happy to work the mornings with the sleepy ones. I can work any hours.” She repeated and smiled not trying to be pushy, but wanting to make sure he knew she was available for all hours. In fact the more hours she worked the better, the more money and the quicker freedom from the pencil and paper. Hearing that she was welcome to hang around if they closed during the day she smiled again. “Thanks, yea it’s a hassle not driving but I prefer my little bike.” she looked to the window and the still falling rain. “Well most days when its drier.” She laughed a little.
Moving back towards the café with the mop Joey glanced around noting the tables that needed clearing and wiping before moving to the door to start mopping. The floor was damp and dirty from the rain and the foot falls that had walked over it. Mopping it quickly, but thoroughly, she moved back to the back room to replace the mop. “Erm I was thinking, is there a uniform or dress code?” She asked as she replaced the mop and picked up a cloth of the tables, she hoped there wasn’t anything too expensive with her limited funds and if there was something she hoped she could piece it together with her little wardrobe.
Post by Noah Carter on Oct 17, 2009 22:25:58 GMT -5
"So would I, just be kind in your critiques" Noah said lightheartedly. While a good review would always be a positive thing, he knew he'd never attempt to pressure her to write something that was against her own opinion. Whether she was working for him or not, whether they became friends or not, he wouldnt challenge her integrity as a writer, just as he'd never let anyone influence the direction that his art took. It was personal. He laughed with her as she suggested stirring something up for big headlines. "It would certainly make things more interesting"
Noah was again surprised by her eagerness to work at any hours that he needed. What he was offering her for a job was hardly anything glamorous. He couldnt imagine why she'd really want to put herself through all of that for this job, sure that with her attitude she could get hired anywhere. "You're very accomodating" he said gratefully. He had never thought anyone would put up with his erratic hours. He was lucky he still had customers who didnt mind never knowing exactly when he'd be open. "Its not a problem, and yeah I know what you meant about rain, I've got a vespa scooter, a little faster but still not ideal for the wet days"
While Joey went to start on the mopping, Noah attended to one of the other customers that had arrived, making them a frappuccino. He also watched how carefully Joey attended to her work. When she came back over to him, he heard her ask about a uniform or dress code. Having never hired anyone before he hadnt really thought of it. He glanced down at his own clothes today, a pair of jeans and a casual shirt that buttoned up the front with a bit of design by one of the shoulders. He never actually really considered in the mornings whether he was dressing properly for a business. He then looked over at what she was wearing now. "Well, what you're wearing now is fine, if this is how you normally dress...just nothing that would be inappropriate, vulgar or showing an excessive amount of skin...I'm sure whatever you wear will be fine, and casual's fine as well. You can grab my extra apron over there when you come too, just to help keep you clean"
Post by Joey Miles on Oct 22, 2009 23:29:00 GMT -5
“I’m an honest impartial writer, but I’m fair.” she said knowing those were the traits she always strove to keep in her writing no matter the subject or person. “But I’d love to do a piece on your art work here even if only for my own portfolio, I don’t get to do many art reviews.” She said knowing the practice would be good as well as the varied piece in her writing file. “I’m sure it would take more then a few headlines to do that for this town.” She laughed feeling more open then she had in a long time, Noah seemed to set her at ease.
Accommodating Joey hoped that was a good thing and not that she was over zealous about the job and coming off as desperate or too eager. “Just want to make a good impression.” She said with a quieter smile trying to reign in the eagerness. Hearing she could stay when the café closed was reassuring, “Thank you. Yea My bike and the rain is like taking a bath at a few miles per hour.” She joked openly, but still restrained.
Joey wasn’t sure she even owned anything vulgar and certainly not in appropriate, her parents would never approve of that. “Ok, I’ll keep this in mind then. And the apron would be great.” She said knowing that way she could save on washing and keep costs down a little more at home. She grabbed the apron of the hook and quickly tied it around herself. “Is there a back yard I can put my bike?” she asked knowing there was little crime in Forks, but protecting her bike, her only mode of transport, was propriety.
Post by Noah Carter on Oct 22, 2009 23:48:57 GMT -5
Noah nodded as she said she was impartial but fair. "I wouldn't expect anything but that from you" He said thinking it fit her well. "You're welcome to review what you like...but I would like to see it when you're done, even if it is just for your portfolio" He told her. He didn't do his art for anyone but himself, but he was still interested in how people viewed it, not that it would change his style but just to better understand the world around him. He smiled hearing her laughing, joining in lightly, enjoying seeing her more relaxed than when she first came in.
"You've already done that" He assured her as she spoke of wanting to make a good impression. He nodded laughing again lightly at her joke about being on her bike in the rain like taking a bath. "I know that feeling" It was one of the disadvantages of his scooter, especially in a town like this.
He nodded as she asked about a back yard to keep her bike in. "Yeah, its a small yard but its gated, you're welcome to use it, I have a cement pad that mine's on if you want to put t there"
Post by Joey Miles on Oct 25, 2009 22:27:05 GMT -5
As Noah and Joey spoke about her writing a piece on him or his work she felt a burst of inspiration and invigoration towards the idea of writing something. Already she could feel the start of sentences and paragraphs, the words flowing together. As their conversation moved towards her integrity, though neither of them mentioned that word, she smiled. “Morals don’t go far when it comes to getting published for the first time, but they’ll help me later in life.” She said saying the words he grandfather and then father, when he wasn’t drunk, had instilled in her.
Making a good impression was certainly key, it wasn’t like there were other jobs lined up in the town and she actually like Noah and the café. “Thank you.” She said with a slightly smile, not knowing what to say to the reassurance of making a good impression. As he laughed at her comment about the bike she nodded too, “Guess its may be worst on a fast bike.” She said with a smiled.
Having somewhere to keep her bike was certainly a point off her mind, everything was certainly working in their shared favor - Joey hoped Noah felt so too. “Thanks. I’ll leave it out front today, but next time I work I’ll put it back there.” she said. “when should I come by again? I mean once we’re done today.” She said hoping he wouldn’t think she was trying to get out of work already.
Post by Noah Carter on Oct 25, 2009 22:47:34 GMT -5
"Your morals will always help you, in any situation, even if you choose to ignore them to get your foot in the door" Noah said with a light smile, knowing things weren't always so cut and dry that you didnt have to try to work an angle. But when he pictured her he did see her as a journalist with integrity, even if she wasn't sure.
"You're welcome" Noah told her returning the smile. He wanted her to feel at ease. He was used to working by himself but if she was here, he knew he couldnt have either of them feeling like she was just an employee. He wasn't the type to really be a boss, they'd have to be comfortable around each other. He laughed again as she suggested the rain was worse on a fast bike. "You may not be out in the rain as long on a fast bike, but I think you get hit by just as much at a faster rate"
"Okay, if you'd feel safer moving it now you can too" He told her, not wanting her to worry about the bike or think he wouldnt give her a few minutes break to move it. "You can come by tomorrow if you like, maybe after the morning rush is gone, help me get things straightened"
Post by Joey Miles on Oct 25, 2009 23:05:10 GMT -5
The idea of ignoring her morals wasn’t something she was ever likely to do and joey knew that was why she’d probably end up stuck as a small town journalist for the rest of her life. It was something she’d come to terms with so it didn’t hurt near as much when she’d first realized it. “Unfortunately I’ll be stuck with my morals…I couldn’t ever think of giving them up.” she shrugged.
Talking with Noah was certainly relaxed and Joey just hoped it would be something that would stay once they were into the employee boss role a little further. “My bikes slow, but not slow enough to dodge the rain drops.” She laughed joking again which was very out of her normal personality, normally she was quieter around new people a fault for a journalist, but one she was working on. “Maybe an umbrella certainly helps.”
“Actually it’ll be fine there, I’m sure even in Forks no one would steal a bike for a ride in this rain storm. Maybe if the rain stops.” She said looking towards the windows and doubting that the rain would stop before dark. As he suggested the following morning Joey smiled and nodded. “Sounds good, 8am ok?” she said already figuring out the time she’d have to get up and leave the house and hoping it would be before her family woke up.
Post by Noah Carter on Oct 25, 2009 23:37:40 GMT -5
"Good" Noah responded, thinking she was wise to choose sticking to her morals. "You'll end up making it because you didnt give them up, not in spite of that" He said with self assurance. He respected people for staying true to who they were, though he knew he wouldnt have lost respect for her for doing what she had to do either.
Noah laughed again as she spoke of not being able to dodge the raindrops. "If you do ever learn how let me know" He added jokingly. He knew some of his customers too would probably be surprised to hear him laughing this much as many of them didnt even know much about him. He shook his head as she suggested an umbrella, still laughing as he pictured either of them attempting to ride their bikes holding onto an umbrella. "Might be a little difficult"
"It does seem to be a pretty safe town" Noah agreed with her with a nod, turning to look outside the dreary looking window. Noah nodded as she suggested a time for herself to come. "Yeah, that sounds great"
Post by Joey Miles on Oct 29, 2009 22:46:36 GMT -5
Morals certainly helped, but sometimes Joey wished she could let them go and make up a big story to get some notice. Yet just as quick as she’d think it, she’d remember her morals and the thought would vanish. “I don’t mind about making it, I just enjoy what I do.” She said with a light smile.
The light talk was comforting and made Joey feel at ease in the new environment, Noah was certainly friendly. “We could figure out a way to attach the umbrella to the bike,” She laughed thinking if they could figure it out they’d make millions, but it was nothing more then a happy joke.
Following Noah’s eyes Joey looked out the window, “Have you been in town long?” She asked wondering how often she’d really seen the café or the Noah. The weather seemed the same as before, but at least it wasn’t worst. “Good I’ll be here bright and early.” she smiled still looking out the window.
Post by Noah Carter on Nov 3, 2009 12:01:12 GMT -5
Noah knew exactly how Joey felt as she mentioned not minding if she made it, but just enjoying what she did. He felt the same about his work. He didnt care if no one else liked it, if he didnt become a famous artist, or if no one even ever saw his work. He did it because he enjoyed it. He had inspiration that came to him that he just needed to let out, even if it only ended up packed away in the upstairs of a cafe. "Enjoying what you do is much more important than other people's views of success"
Noah laughed lightly at her suggestion of attaching an umbrella to a bike, knowing how ridiculous that would end up looking. "Now you're talking like you're on your way to becoming the creator of the next great invention" he said jokingly.
"Not too long, maybe a year or two now" He said thinking back briefly to how long it had been since he had opened up the coffee shop. It seemed like this had been his life for so long, he had fallen into a routine with it all. "Hopefully it will be bright in the morning, not this dreary weather" He commented, looking away from the window and back towards her.