— fay-davis ;
WHEN: end of july WHERE: common grounds WITH @leonadams
Fay handed the fellow his coffee, then sat down themselves. “I don’t actually work here,” they suggested. The stranger had given his order, assumed Fay did work there - they were cleaning the counter - and they had simply told him to have a seat and they would be right there with him. “But you’re giving me a good reason to take a break, so I stan you, my friend. Coffee’s on the house. I think… maybe they’ll make me pay for it.”
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leon eyes the coffee placed before him, listening to the words with a new and sudden suspicion. didn’t work here? then why the hell... never mind. “as you should,” he nods, taking a sip of the drink anyway. coffee is coffee and if he’d put anything in it, well. a bridge to cross when he got there.
“stan? the hell does that mean?”
















