@polygraph-sara
the previous nights had been brutal. with everything going on within the city, there was a spike in criminal activity that irwin couldn’t ignore. his paroles had been filled nonstop, every corner he turned there seemed to be another threat looming, waiting to put in their two cents. he persisted nonetheless, coming out unscathed. at least that’s what he told himself. the sharp pain in his side every time he moved begged to differ, but irwin was stubborn. he wouldn’t admit it was anything more than a few scratches and a busted lip ( and perhaps a bruise here and there ). it was beginning to heal just fine, but he looked far from his normal self.
irwin returned to the coffee shop as if it were any other day. his laptop case was hidden in his bag pack, that which was slumped over his shoulder and hanging idly until he found himself seated in his regular spot. he pulled out the case and set it down on the table, a reserved space in the corner of the room, furthest away from the small crowds and ring of the bell any time a new customer entered the vicinity. he began typing, getting lost in his work until a shadow fell over him. he was snapped back to reality as his attention turned to the employee next to him. irwin hadn’t realised until that moment that he completely forgot to order. “oh, uh-- yeah, i’ll have the usual. double espresso, no foam.”
