#winnicisms

“yeah, yeah... i'm almost done here,” alex groaned, not bothering to look behind them. the cafe was busy, and honestly, they were just buying their time until they finished their third cup of coffee. feeling generous on account of the lack of tables, they stashed their laptop in its sleeve-- and gathered the rest of their stuff. it was only then that their haunting gaze honed in an all too familiar face. “winnie,” they uttered as they cleared their throat; inadvertently succumbing to a well-known awkwardness. “table’s all yours.”