juice bar [raphael/???]

With the stroll that Raphael was going about in sunlake palms, he managed to come across a lot of shine and interesting places that have a lot to do with eating healthy and good produce. Since there was a garden in the neighborhood and he noticed that there was a small crowd forming in a nearby stall, he wanted to check things out before he had to go off to work later that day.

"Hmm..."

As he got on the line and noticed the stall's sign, it would dawn upon Raphael that this was a juice bar cart with light and healthy eateries. There were also small tables around the stall.

"This is basically like the grease trucks but healthier, lots of people in workout clothes and salary clothing as well. Must be nice......."

It would soon be Raphael's turn as he ordered the pineapple greens.

"cucumber ... pineapple .... mint ...kale ...spinach ... parsley ... lemon..hm... nice.."

Step, step, step, step...one before the other, Cecil's feet carried him forward, headphones settled atop his head as he strolled through the district. He knew the routes well enough after pacing about the place for so long, and in general there wasn't too much in Sunlake he was unfamiliar with.
Speaking of which, it seemed another juice cart had set up...hmm. Seemed to be doing better business than a lot of them though. Maybe it was worth checking out.

...wait, was that...

He stepped closer, looking nervously toward the figure that had caught his eye...and then, conflicted, as he remembered the other similar face.
He stood back, mumbling to himself with a troubled expression as he examined the man from a small distance. "Is that Gabe, or...is it...?"

With Raphael getting his drink, he took a few sips and made somewhat of a confused expression. He had no clue what he ordered, so he had no idea what he was going to experience once drinking this concoction. However, he was hoping that this wouldn't be a waste of money.

"Oh, you are... that..... kid right? "

Raphael kept snapping his fingers in Cecil' direction, as if the uncanny resemblance of who this was laid on the tip of his tongue.

"Yeah! At my opening! how are you? I don't think I caught your name that time, but at least I get to know of your diet if you came for one of these kale mixes. "

Could be for a fruit smoothie, who cares. But this was sunlake palms, and Raph lived here. He thought it wouldn't hurt to be courteous if this person lived in the area.

...Raphael, then.
That was...frustrating. He couldn't, he shouldn't blame Raphael, but - did, did he have to show up right after Gabriel got arrested, looking just like him?
This was going to drive him nuts.

"I didn't even know this thing was here. Feels like stands like these come and go every couple of weeks." Most of them definitely didn't last that long, relatively speaking. They'd see the others and try for themselves, but a lot didn't really do the work to stand out.
Wait, shit, he'd asked him something. "Sorry, uh, anyway - I'm doing fine. Just a little tired." Mostly from Artificer work...he'd ended up with a whole lot more than he bargained for them, but frankly he appreciated the distraction at the moment.

"Me neither, I'm rather new to this city. Just trying to see what it has to offer, but I feel as if I said all of that already at a point. With every city, there are always a few things that remain the same. Like these little shops that sell some things that aren't heavily publicized, but it attracts the younger people and those who are into..."juicing...." "

Raphael wasn't too crazy about the taste of the drink he ordered. The idea of it being healthy for him was the only reason why he even continued to drink it.

"Are you going to get one for yourself?"

He looks over to the stand, and shakes his head. "Actually...think I'll wait to see if it's still around by next week. You'd be surprised how quickly people quit out when they realise they aren't immediately getting insane profits by trying to exploit a trend..." It didn't hurt that Raphael didn't seem terribly impressed either.

Shrugging, he digs his hands into his pockets. "Get anything good?"

"Yeah... something with Kale and pineapple. But if you would want a suggestion, skip the diet and go straight for the fruit smoothies. I'm pretty sure it'll taste a lot better than what I'm having now."

It was an honest statement, Cecil could take it for what it is.

"But seriously, I have no idea what your name is. If I'm going to continue to run into you every now and again. Calling you "hey kid", isn't exactly the Mother Teresa of all greetings. It's rude, but at the same time, if you feel like I shouldn't know...more power to you. I get like that sometimes too."

Raph wasn't lying about that either.

Cecil snickers. "You think that's bad, try the saltwater and pigweed diet. Available at a park near you!"
He couldn't believe he actually bought that excuse...though, he still didn't think it was any crazier than some of the other fad diets out there.
"Believe me, I'm pretty sure people would rotting leaves if someone told them it would help them lose weight...which, probably would, just not for the reasons they thought."

He raised an eyebrow as Raphael kept speaking. It was another snippet of insight into the mind of Gabe's doppleganger. Back at the museum, concerning musings over demons and their patterns aside, he'd displayed much the same personable persona as the man he knew. Here...he wasn't sure, but he thought he might have just seen one of a few slight deviations that distinguished Raphael from his brother.
"It's fine. I'm Cecil."

"Pigweed, to think that they could say that the strangest of names would have the healthiest results for a person. What exactly is pigweed anyway? Just by hearing what it's called, I'm actually imagining a green swine shaped plant that's walking on its own. But then again, I'm somewhat in the business of history and lore. I'm more akin to believing the stranger things."

At the very least, Raphael had a sense of humor.

"Ah, Cecil... nice name. It reminds me of a musician actually......Cecil Brower. A classically trained jazz violinist who became an architect of Western swing movement. When people started to get up out of their seats and move in such a dynamic way...the EXCITING times of when... dance and .... culture was on the rise. Died young.... 51.... lived half a lifetime with such a great talent. The reason why i brought this up... his violin.... we have it at the Royal Explorers Vault. We also have a pair of headphones with some of his music on instant play, I'm actually quite pleased with how I set up that expidition. Perhaps you would like it?"