#leonhrted

location: beanz

The whirring of the coffee machine, when he wasn't at the helm, helped Rory to think. He wasn't sure why, though he didn't care - any font of inspiration, no matter how arguably toxic it may be, was something he'd pull from.

So, there he was, off the clock, nestled in the far corner of the café with his table flooded with art supplies. He gnawed at his bottom lip, tapping his pencil against the, yet again, unfinished drawing, willing himself to find a new direction.

All he did was break the lead of his pencil. "Shit." He grumbled, the snapping sound breaking him free from his trance - though, as it did, his attention shot upwards and his gaze set upon a man he had only ever seen in the broad, wonder of a theatre, acting his heart out.

"Shit." He uttered again, albeit involuntarily. Adjusting himself and wearing a mild smile, he gave a pathetic wave. "Hey, uh, Leon. Fancy seeing you here."