Christmas wasn’t that special to Michael, certainly not enough to do something like that just because he had spirit. He did enjoy the atmosphere of the holiday season though, and wasn’t about to put someone else down about it. One of the best parts of winter was how many people loved it; how many were genuinely brought closer together because of their holidays. Michael simply chuckles a little instead.
“Ah, don’t worry.” He replies, glancing down at Apple when she starts licking his hand. “I get nosy too.” Truthfully Michael likes hearing about other people. He liked it when he could feel useful in making someone feel better or even if he was just focusing on someone other than himself. On the other end of the spectrum he was also used to small talk, answering basic questions about himself be it for either form of work he did or because whoever he was passing time talking to wanted to make things fair and ask about him.
”It is.” Michael agrees, glancing up in time to catch Blaine’s wince. “You’re fine, Blaine. I don’t mind questions.. and no. I was still in Illinois for a year or so before I finally decided to leave the state altogether. This just ended up feeling like the best place.” He explains, finding himself smiling a little more just a second later as he gets Blaine’s own tale, and Michael has to say that it was entirely fitting based on what he’s seen of the other so far. He was never particularly into musical theater or the like himself, but he most definitely appreciated the work that went into it. “Sounds like you’re already on your way to yours then. Congrats. What’s the show about?”
As long as Michael didn’t think he was honing in on him and getting too personal, Blaine was simply curious about his story. One of the best parts of the city he loved so much was that you could meet people with such interesting tales to tell if you gave the world a minute and sat down to listen. A stranger could open up a whole new world in a matter of a subway, or in this case dog friendly coffee shop, conversation. People had no clue what they were missing out on if they only rushed from Point A to Point B and never stopped to listen.
“Thank you. I’m glad I’m not the only one.” He smiled appreciatively at Michael putting his mind to ease and paused to rattle off his order. A tea with some honey and lemon and a blueberry scone. Then waited as the red haired waitress turned her attention to Michael and jotted down his choices before promptly excusing herself (after a small fuss about Apple cause who could resist that face).
“New York City is the best place, in my opinion. But I’ve been here so long I might be a tad biased,” he grinned lightly toying with the dog eared corner of his paper napkin. “What’s your favorite part of living here so far? I’d have to say mine is the culture. Living in a place like Westerville, Ohio for eighteen years really makes you appreciate a place that’s about as opposite from it as you can get. Not that life there was horrible. It had it’s good parts.
“I’m glad I get to call here home.” A brow quirked up and he felt his cheeks and nose warm up. “Yeah. I think I might be. It’s taking a lot of work to get there but it’s worth every minute. The show? It’s a rebirth of an old musical. How well do you know your theater,” he grinned not wanting to sound pretentious but assuming rattling off the name of a musical and expecting someone to know what the hell he was talking about was even worse in his book. “I know it’s not everyone’s thing so I thought I’d ask first.”
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