Sep 1, 2015
simonxtio [ cont. ]
Simon chuckled at the boys words before he left the mug of tea on the table. “Since you’ve came inside, you haven’t stopped watching what I was doing,” Simon admitted, which meant that he haven't stopped watching the boy as well. “This is on the house,” he nodded towards the tea, “enjoy it.”
During his break time, as per usual, he would to indulge himself in a drink, particularly at a tasteful and relatively quiet coffee shop. To answer his question simply, it was because it reminded him of his previous job as a barista at their local town cafe, though, only offering a rather sheepish smile at the male. Brows raised in unison at the sudden offering, he waved him back. “Wait—”
