Alcuin looked up at him, surprised. The timing of the offer was suspect... but what were the odds that a random American barista spoke Arabic?
Meanwhile, he was trying to ignore the people behind him, as the man relayed in great detail exactly what he'd read about Alcuin in the tabloids. That he was a prostitute who had killed his father-or-was-it-lover-or-both in some sort of jealous rage. Alcuin was doing an okay job of ignoring it until he heard the words ... pimp, probably deserved what he got, that he spun on them.
His spoken Arabic wasn't very good, since he had mostly learned to listen and understand it rather than speak it, but it was good enough that he could call them a couple of very bad words before he stomped off towards a table in the corner. His heart was pounding, and he'd completely forgotten about the chai.
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Date: 2014-09-20 02:19 am (UTC)Meanwhile, he was trying to ignore the people behind him, as the man relayed in great detail exactly what he'd read about Alcuin in the tabloids. That he was a prostitute who had killed his father-or-was-it-lover-or-both in some sort of jealous rage. Alcuin was doing an okay job of ignoring it until he heard the words ... pimp, probably deserved what he got, that he spun on them.
His spoken Arabic wasn't very good, since he had mostly learned to listen and understand it rather than speak it, but it was good enough that he could call them a couple of very bad words before he stomped off towards a table in the corner. His heart was pounding, and he'd completely forgotten about the chai.