“Some trials, okay, just don’t hurt yourself or well, be careful” Says and then sighed “Hey, that game is more hard that it seems, I don’t know how Barry can do it, is really hard”
Cisco raised an eyebrow at her and looked from her to the game and back to her. “Suuure.” He smiled, walking back to his desk and rummaged through the unorganized drawers looking for something. “By some trials, I hope you know that I mean enough so we know where to move from here. I have 2 weapons to test. A gun and a grenade-like thing. Don’t worry. We’re not testing them in here.” He laughed, finding his pad of paper he was looking for and jotting a few notes down.
“I guess I’m just naturally like this. I was always the beacon of light for my family and friends when I was younger, so it just kind of stuck.” Cisco was taken aback at how quickly her demeanor changed. He could tell it was a good thing, he felt like he was giving a great first impression for this newcomer. “Um, I’m 26, I don’t know why its called what it is, and yes.” Cisco laughed, being called a puppy was a usual with his younger family members, and he began to miss them a little. He wasn’t often in contact with his family, and one day he wished to change that. “You’re pretty peppy yourself, uh- What’s your name?” Cisco had been so wrapped up in giving this little mini-tour that he forgot to even get the young girl’s name.
Violet grinned and acted like her entire world was turning on its head. “Woah, WHAT? You’re 26? You’re like me then! I thought you were like 19! You’re so cute! Everyone thinks I’m like 12, it’s ridiculous. I get kids’ menus and this cop wanted to site me for truancy like 4 months ago and then he thought I had a fake id and don’t even get me started on bars! I love drinking. But nobody wants to buy me a drink because they think i’m some 15 year old that can’t get alcohol legally and I’m like oh my gosh this is my real age I swear, It sucks. I’m 23. I have the baby face too. Good genes, I guess.” She stopped in front of him and leaned up, closely examining his face. “We have the same nose!” She said excitedly, reaching up and lightly booping his nose at the same time as she touched her own.
“People used to make fun of my nose. Saying it was too pudgy and flat. I think my nose is cute, though. And my name’s Violet. Nobody has really cared much about my name before. It’s weird saying it, actually,” she gushed, looking quite wide eyed.
He smiled as she rambled on and on, scrunching his face up when she touched his nose. “Well I’m Cisco. Hello! I don’t drink too often, on the account I usually go a little overboard and then I’m hungover at work, and that’s never good with what I do. I’m a scientist. Having a clear mind is important.” He laughed hesitantly, curious as to what he should be telling this stranger about him. For all he knows, she could be a criminal or something. She seemed fine, and his instincts were normally pretty sound. “Well, this is Jitters, a great little cafe in the middle of the city. Great cappuccinos, really good coffee. If you’re getting coffee, go out of your way to get Jitters, cause everywhere else is crap.” Cisco said, holding open the door.
If only she had been able to pause, to take a beat and a step back like she usually did and assess the situation; but her mind had been going on a whirlwind. She heard his words, biting down on her bottom lip when she arrived to the car. It was a last ditch attempt, sure, and she had never been able to do so at such a range as from her car to the door of the store itself, but it was almost worth a shot itself. Totally me, she thought out, concentrating hard. You’re not going crazy.
He turned his head as the cashier gave him change, hearing the woman’s voice but not seeing her in his line of vision. What in the world was going on? He had a few theories, but he decided to keep them to himself for the time being. He shook of this weird feeling and walked out to his little compact car whistling the ‘Jurassic Park’ theme song.
“What is it? I mean what song is it?” She questioned with a perplexed brow. Cisco never ceased to amaze her, there was never a dull moment with this one. “It wasn’t a mess, it was just unorganized. Much like my life which I enjoy. Are you asking me out on a date, Cisco?” Sara cocked her head to the side, her hands just skimming the top of her hips. “I don’t mind getting out of the steel cage for a while. I’ve been here more than I imagined I would be” She stood behind the swinging bag, holding it steady for him. “Call us even for the pasta dinner.”
“The song I was just humming? Oh, its a silly little song from a kid’s movie. MY rocky song however, I have no idea.” He gave a sideways grin as he punched the bag some more. “Mayyyyybe.” He dragged on, the tips of his ears turning red with blush. “I mean, I’d need to shower once we got back if you don’t mind. But yeah, I’d love to make a real dinner for you.” He tucked his hair behind his ear before he took a few more jabs at the hard leather.
She was trying still to play with that game that was almost impossible for her when she heard Cisco “What?” Didn’t pay attention so much and then looked at him “Sorry but I’m listening, what did you create this time?”
“Oh it’s going to be awesome. Just need to do some trials, and then -” His sentence stopped with his excitement.
“Why do you keep trying to play that game, anyway? Aren’t you supposed to have super steady hands for being a doctor?” Cisco raised an eyebrow at her.
Okay, so maybe the wifi at STAR Labs had been faster than what she was used to at work or Jitters and maybe that’s why she’s hanging around the Cortex more so than usual, but hearing Cisco’s tone and his words brought a look of confusion on her face and a smile to her lips. “You sound like you’ve had too much sugar”, she offered out.
“Me? Too much sugar? Never. Too much caffeine, however? Definitely possible. I’ve had between 2 and 4 cups of coffee and espresso throughout the night figuring this out. It’s going to be amazing!” Cisco bubbled, sitting and spinning in a swivel chair. “Now if only it works, then we’ll be on the right track.”
{Open}
“I made a thing.” Cisco bounced around the lab, excited for this amazing discovery he had just made with his new piece of tech.
Violet grinned and skipped to catch up with him, listening excitedly at his tour. In all of the different cities and towns, this was the first time some random stranger dropped everything to give her a tour. She nodded up at him, smiling and looking fascinated. “What sort of crazy things? And you’re so peppy! I’ve never met someone so peppy! It’s fascinating. How old are you? And why is it called Central City. And also has anyone ever told you that you look like a puppy? Because you look like a puppy. A super peppy puppy. Oh my gosh! That was alliteration! I love accidental alliteration, don’t you?” Her mouth was moving a mile a minute, her normal guarded persona completely dropped.
“I guess I’m just naturally like this. I was always the beacon of light for my family and friends when I was younger, so it just kind of stuck.” Cisco was taken aback at how quickly her demeanor changed. He could tell it was a good thing, he felt like he was giving a great first impression for this newcomer. “Um, I’m 26, I don’t know why its called what it is, and yes.” Cisco laughed, being called a puppy was a usual with his younger family members, and he began to miss them a little. He wasn’t often in contact with his family, and one day he wished to change that. “You’re pretty peppy yourself, uh- What’s your name?” Cisco had been so wrapped up in giving this little mini-tour that he forgot to even get the young girl’s name.
Violet smiled back. “That sounds perfect!” she said, bouncing slightly in her seat.
“Then by all means, come along!” He smiled, starting down the sidewalk. “This is Central City. Home of S.T.A.R. Labs and the particle accelerator that went awry.” Cisco looked down, his face dropping for a millisecond before he pepped up again. “That was an, um…adventure? Well, it has been anyway. Crazy things have happened all around town. But that’s besides the point. Central City is great, as are the people that live here.” He smiled as he ran his hand along a brick building, humming a little tune internally.
Cisco punched the bag a few more times, this time letting the majority of the power come from his core, and this time he didn’t over extend. As he punched, he began to hum ‘Let it Go’. His punching was a little on the weak side, but he was truly trying. “Sara, thanks for helping me. I really owe you.” He smiled as he felt her hand still on his elbow. “I can make dinner again if you’d like. This time I won’t spill the pasta everywhere, promise.”
“You’re getting the hang of it! I have no idea what you’re humming but it’s your rocky song, I guess. It’s pumping you up and soon enough you’ll be throwing punches like Wildcat.” Sara stepped back from him and the bag, watching him from an angle. “I thought the pasta on the floor was funny. You don’t owe me but I’d love to come to dinner.”
“Oh, that definitely isn’t my rocky song,” Cisco laughed, thinking of the silly children’s movie. “The pasta was a mess. This time, maybe we can actually go to my apartment instead of staying down in this…place. I’m sort of getting sick of staying here.” Cisco continued punching the hard leather, harder and harder as he felt the pain disappear from his muscles. “But I definitely owe you.”
