Gabriel Harkin (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
asoncalledgabriel) wrote2018-06-27 09:24 pm
asoncalledgabriel) wrote2018-06-27 09:24 pm
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Gabriel found an extra job to get him through the summer, working at a cafe. It was probably better to have something to do all summer, and his other job was only part time - mostly because he didn't want to spend the entire summer outside. He was lucky - for an Irish lad he tanned fairly well - but summer here was warmer than it was back home, and doing landscape work in the heat and humidity was exhausting.
At least the cafe had air conditioning.
Keeping busy gave him less time to think, anyway, and that was also probably for the best. Since coming to Darrow, he felt un-tethered from everything. All the things he'd wanted back home felt uncertain and far away now. He'd wanted to go to university to get away from his family, his life, and now... he was in a place that gave him all that. He went to university here because it seemed the thing to do, but was that a good enough reason? He wasn't sure.
The more he thought about it, the more he missed home. Things felt awful there, but at least he'd had an idea of where he was going. He had a handful of hope that.
As the day wound down, he changed the music playing over the speakers, putting on his ABBA playlist while he cleaned up, getting ready to close. The place was empty and had been for about half an hour, so he didn't feel terribly bad singing and dancing around a bit. Surely no one else would come in.
At least the cafe had air conditioning.
Keeping busy gave him less time to think, anyway, and that was also probably for the best. Since coming to Darrow, he felt un-tethered from everything. All the things he'd wanted back home felt uncertain and far away now. He'd wanted to go to university to get away from his family, his life, and now... he was in a place that gave him all that. He went to university here because it seemed the thing to do, but was that a good enough reason? He wasn't sure.
The more he thought about it, the more he missed home. Things felt awful there, but at least he'd had an idea of where he was going. He had a handful of hope that.
As the day wound down, he changed the music playing over the speakers, putting on his ABBA playlist while he cleaned up, getting ready to close. The place was empty and had been for about half an hour, so he didn't feel terribly bad singing and dancing around a bit. Surely no one else would come in.