Shane’s life had become a lesson in monotony. Each morning, he’d wake up, go for a run, get ready for work, grab a coffee on the way in, and spend the next few hours eyeballs deep in paperwork only to resurface a few hours later, surprised that the sun was shining still. He’d head out for a walk, both to clear his head and remind himself that life was happening outside of the four walls that was his tiny office space and to grab his next cup of coffee for the day, before heading back to the office. The next time he resurfaced the sun would decidedly not be shining. Shane would head home to his small apartment, have dinner, shower, head to bed, and wake up just to do it all again. Such was the life of a lawyer who was determined to make partner before 35. The only way to do that was to clock as many billable hours as possible, and the only way to do that was to ignore everything else and focus solely on the job.
It was with this singular thought – mind fully on the path he’d need to take to earn a partnership – that Shane made his way out. He was like a bloodhound, on a mission to get his next coffee fix, blocking out all distractions, which was probably why he didn’t realize who the voice belonged to until it was too late, until he’d engaged in conversation and he couldn’t simply pretend that he hadn’t seen him. “A friend recommended it, though.” Not a friend, a coworker. Shane wasn’t really sure that he had many friends nowadays. Friendships, like romantic relationships, were simply another causality to his career.
So, naturally, life would throw a wrench in his plans at that particular moment. “What do you mean, what am I doing here,” he asked, eyebrow raised. “I’m getting coffee.” Because that should’ve been obvious. “Some of us need it to survive.”
It was those fucking EYES. Andrej thought he was over Shane and thought he could resist him and had no feelings left for him but he just knew that as usual, he was lying to himself. It was probably stupid of him to even acknowledge Shane’s presence but it was a shock to his system seeing that face again. He wasn’t even sure how long it had been since everything from his past all blurred together in a mess of substances and whatever the fuck else was going on. “I need it to survive too,” he shot back, though he instantly knew how stupid and childish that sounded the second the words came out of his mouth. He’d forgotten the effect that Shane had on him and he wished to continue to forget that.
“Can’t you just go to another coffee shop? There’s a million in town.” Literally any place but the one he worked in was fine because the last thing Andrej need was to see his ex every fucking day. Usually it wouldn’t have mattered but considering Shane was the one who got away -- or whatever corny bullshit people said -- he absolutely wanted him to remain away. It just made it easier this way because then Andrej didn’t have to miss what they could have had if he weren’t such a fuck up who destroyed anything good in his life. A suspicious eyebrow raised on his face as he stared at Shane. “Did you KNOW I work here?”
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