𝐁 𝐀 𝐒 𝐒 𝐖 𝐎 𝐎 𝐃 ; 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗. some found easement in its niceties and boring nature. others found it to be a dilapidated, sore of a place they couldn’t wait to escape. but basswood had a way of sticking you there. [ a cloudy day, drips of a threatening downpour hitting the top of his head as he shoved his entire life, packed haphazardly into boxes into his car ] now he was standing with his hand on the door to the coffee shop he used to be a regular in. a few articles were thought up at the table near the window. countless cups of coffee, hot chocolate, asinine conversations and board games. an important pinky promise with a nine year old kid that he swore he wouldn’t break but inevitably couldn’t keep. her voice began buzzing in his head, 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐘 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐑 ! 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 ! he pushed on the door. 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚑, 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚜𝚊𝚖.
two years gap hadn’t changed the place. cristina called his name, bustling from behind the counter as his eyes reared left and right, 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜. there was one at his table where the three of them would crowd. him, nick and anna. cristina was talking. apologizing, asking how he was, and sam cut her off, ❛ ❛ i have a hangover, ❜ ❜ she huffed at his curtness and offered him coffee. 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐞! he nodded and spun on his heel, walking to the table at the window. he stopped at the edge, shifting his weight from foot to foot, ❛ ❛ that’s my seat, ❜ ❜ “ ! 𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘫𝘰𝘬𝘦, 𝘴𝘢𝘮. 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙤𝙩𝙮𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 ¿ ” sam glanced to his left where 𝙃𝙀 was perched on the edge of an empty table, legs swinging back and forth, head cocked and shooting him that knowing look, ❛ ❛ 𝚃𝙾𝙾 𝙼𝚄𝙲𝙷? ❜ ❜ 𝙃𝙀 nodded, “ 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮. ” sam’s gaze snapped back, ❛ ❛ sorry. are you new? to basswood? i was a regular in here once, the coffee is pretty good. just don’t let cristina draw you into a conversation. ❜ ❜ 𝗣𝗟𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗗 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗥 / @weregonnagetyou
