Flour-dusted

            Grayson looks up quizzically, but the moment he sees the other, he goes silent. He recognizes the other, it’d be impossible not to, but he’s not afraid. A certain blond birdie had slipped him a note that someone might come by, & if so, not to be alarmed. He lets out a soft sigh & steps over to him, offering a small smile. “Can I help you?” He prods gently. “I own the space.”

            ❝ oh you were definitely missed. did you think I’d just casually replace your dry wit? ❞ Gray smirks, moving to handle the order personally before settling the bill. ❝ you might be surprised at what I can afford these days. but if I were to ensnare a bit of your time, I can think of better uses for them, it’s true. ❞

Grayson sighs, shaking his head before fixing him with a stern glare. “When you insist on driving yourself to a state of frenzied exhaustion in my kitchen more nights than not, it becomes my business. Now either let me help you, or--”

            “You look beyond exhausted. Coffee? It’s a blizzard out there. Sit, wait this one out.”

Me: I AM GOD

“Oh, hello. You look a little lost. May I help you?”