[ It's Steve's favorite joint, at least in this decade. Some people think he needs more hobbies (some redheaded people), but he's content to grab his sketchbook and a couple pencils and sit in the city for a while. It's the only way he knows how to clear his head.
He isn't expecting the new guy. He wouldn't mind normally, but as soon as he looks up and they make eye contact he feels something tighten around his heart, and his steps falter a beat. He blinks, looking at the floor as he walks the rest of the way to the counter, an old habit he still breaks out from time to time.
He's smiling (lopsidedly) when he looks up again. ] Morning.
I, uh. Would ask for my usual, but I don't know if that would be too mean. First day?
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He isn't expecting the new guy. He wouldn't mind normally, but as soon as he looks up and they make eye contact he feels something tighten around his heart, and his steps falter a beat. He blinks, looking at the floor as he walks the rest of the way to the counter, an old habit he still breaks out from time to time.
He's smiling (lopsidedly) when he looks up again. ] Morning.
I, uh. Would ask for my usual, but I don't know if that would be too mean. First day?