Little things | thepockythief
With a sigh G reached up and ruffle his own hair, yawning right after. It had been a rather long night, a mission that had turned out to be more tiring that predicted and more of a hassle as well. At least now it was finally over and he could get back home and fall into his bed for a well deserved rest.
However, as far as the Storm remembered, there was nothing edible at his place right now and that meant he either bought food from the store and made something one back at his place and went to a cafe close by and got food quickly and with no work involved. The second choice it was then.
Finding a cafe was easy enough, getting a place not so much. Not surprisingly for a lovely Saturday afternoon it was no wonder that the small establishment was packed with people, mostly couples that were lost in each other. G's annoyance grew ever so slightly but then his eyes landed on a small, round table meant for two and with only one occupant.
He walked up to the girl, a friendly smile on his lips and then tapped the table to get her attention. "Excuse me, miss. Would it be ok if I were to sit at this table as well? The place is rather packed, as you can see."
