#haytham;chat

Quinn had grabbed his coat and pocketed his spare keys to the art studio, wallet in his black jeans pocket as he waited outside for Haytham to come out so they could leave to the pub together. It was unusual that Quinn could so easily mix with someone in a place like King but he wasn’t keeping any expectations; he was just glad to have a distraction from his own troubles and meeting new faces was never a bad thing necessarily. Besides, his current companion seemed like far less maintenance in comparison to some of the others he’d been around and he could use a refreshing change from the elitist feel he experienced every day.

When he spotted his companion walking over, Quinn flashed him an easy smile,