Things are in flux around Silver Creek, that is something that Caspar has become used to over the years - he spends his free time in town, of course, but when work takes him away for months at a time, he is used to returning to a town that has shifted in his absence. It’s part of the reason he loves it, in all honesty- he knows it well, knows it’s history and the bones of it, and yet every time he returns it is subtely different. Maybe it was the influx and loss of residents, those who arrived and those who left that was making Caspar so inclined to poetic thoughts just now - or perhaps it was the fact that he had spent another largely sleepless night reading through one of the poetry compendiums he had been given by an old coworker before returning to the states. Either way, the brunette was largely content to sit at his place on the cafes patio as he waited for the man he was meeting - and, so lost in his own thoughts, Caspar didn’t realize that Tomas had arrived until the man was mere feet away. “There you are, I was beginning to wonder if I had the wrong day” He laughed gently, rising to greet the other. // @lxcidwaters
