Welcome to Hickstead, home to both Seven Oak Stables, and Blue Acre - two rival stables. Both offer opportunities for their clients to reach the highest level of excellence. Each stable differs from the other, so choose wisely and never forget, loyalty is everything... Meanwhile as the stables battle it out, there's trouble brewing at the university. Be careful, if you don't pick a side you may get caught in the cross-fire...
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Hudson finished working at the office, his father practically kicking him out to take some time off. He knew how hard his son was working recently and with Spring coming up - people were starting to think about selling their homes.
He slipped both his work phone and his personal phone into the back pockets of his pants and headed off towards the Pastry store, needing a pick-me-up to kick off his rare afternoon off. The dark haired man walked in the door, signaling the bell as he entered. It seemed as if the line was long - everyone having their coffee breaks around the same time as it seemed.
Shortly after he entered, Hudson placed his order and stepped off to the side. His dark eyes glanced to see if there was an empty table. There was one table left, he picked up his black coffee and took the chair, sitting down carefully. Out of habit, he pulled out his work phone - quickly sending out replies to clients who were house hunting.
He seemed to be lost in the world of the real estate market in the UK, that he didn't realize someone had approached the table.
Wes was looking forward to some coffee or even tea after a long day. He had to stop by the pet store and get more dog biscuits since he had run out today. And he couldn’t help that happen! While he was sure that the pups and cats on his route would be okay, Wes couldn’t let it. Maybe because he wanted to make sure they were spoiled.
After putting in his order, Wes found only one table that had an available seat. He wasn’t exactly keen on it, but maybe if he was lucky – the person would also the silent. “Excuse me, do you mind if I share a table with you?” Wes asked.
Hudson typed away on his phone, hyper focused on making a deal. He took a sip of his coffee as he worked away, setting the mug back on the table. The dark haired man sighed and set his phone back in his pocket. The deal he was trying to make was proving to be difficult, but he quickly remembered his father's strict instructions.
A voice interrupted his thoughts and he raised his head. "Of course, have a seat. I think we both caught the coffee rush." He did slightly recognize the other man, thinking that he had seen him around before. "Do you work for the post office by chance? I think I've seen you deliver mail to my office before." As his mother was getting more and more strict on taking her days off, which meant he had to start stepping up his work at the reception desk, which meant he often picked up and sorted the mail on her days off.
"Do you come here often? I feel like I need to now that I've tasted the coffee." He had to know where they bought their coffee - it was much better than what he made in the office.
Wes wasn't exactly prepared for the barge of questions coming his way. Thankfully, it was just from one person - so he didn't feel overwhelmed. Maybe it was because he expected the person to say yes and do their own thing.
"I do, yes. I'll on occasion to half of High Street with a few blocks of residential." Wes didn't understand why High Street had to be split, but it helped control who everyone had guessed. He was lucky he got the pet store, but the cute animals often were a distraction when the days were rough. "What is your office? I mainly get tea here. But coffee is good."
His phone buzzed again, but he ignored it. Hudson was trying to be better about taking his breaks. The dark-haired man took another sip of coffee as the stranger spoke. “Ah, that’s where I recognize you. I work at Empire Realty Group with my family.” As his mother was always at the front desk, she often met the mail carriers and got to know them. “It’s not that far from the chiropractic clinic.” He set down his cup and heard his phone buzz again.
“I’m Hudson by the way. You’re Wes, right? I think only a few of you do our route.” As his father was slowing down in his work, he was starting to pay more attention to the finer details of running the company. “Not much of a coffee drinker are you? I honestly think I’m addicted to coffee because of how much I drink. Sleep isn’t much of a necessity for me.” Hudson was way too much of a workaholic to sleep, often only getting a few hours each night. “What makes you like the tea here?” His mother was the one who drank tea, but she often made it at home or in the office - it all depended on where she was.
Wes gave a small nod. “Ah, yes, okay. Nice to meet you, Hudson. I like tea, mainly because it's simple and sensible. Doesn't need a lot to doctor it up. Honey or milk if needed. Never got the taste of black coffee.” It didn't mean Wes never drank it, but tea was complex but not overwhelming. It was hard to screw up tea in his eyes, but coffee was finicky.
“Sleep is needed though. Can't run yourself ragged or you'll never perform well. I'm assuming you don't have a significant other then, if sleeping isn't your Forte. Maybe that was the best thing to say aloud, but it was something Wes had witnessed a few times from his walks and talking to people.
“It’s nice to meet you too. That does make sense. Have you ordered a tea here before? I can’t do black coffee unless I really don’t have any other choice. Though tea is a great alternative.” His parents were trying to get him to switch to green tea as it had more health benefits but it tasted gross to him. He was all for giving it a good try though before he outright rejected the switch. He shook his head at Wes’s comment - he hardly had time for himself yet alone a significant other.
“That’s the perks of being able to bring your work home with you. I have too much work for a significant other. Though one would be nice. What about you? Do you have someone?” It was a bit of a personal question, though they were on the conversation topic already. Hudson’s parents were desperately trying to find him a wife to start a family with, but he had other ideas first. The real estate business needed to continue to prosper so that he could have a steady income for his future family.
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