"John." he replies, distracted by accepting the coffee. "But I should..."
He pauses, sipping the coffee.
"...I should--"
John blinks, stares down at his cup, and takes another sip. It's not great coffee by general standards, but it's great by his. Look, Army joe wrecked his taste buds.
He looks back up at the other guy, visibly surprised, his protests momentarily forgotten.
"This is fucking amazing coffee." he huffs with a little smile, going back for a third sip. And a fourth.
...yeah, this guy's not his type, but if he were, John would be flirting badly for more of his coffee alone...
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Date: 2025-01-09 07:56 pm (UTC)He pauses, sipping the coffee.
"...I should--"
John blinks, stares down at his cup, and takes another sip. It's not great coffee by general standards, but it's great by his. Look, Army joe wrecked his taste buds.
He looks back up at the other guy, visibly surprised, his protests momentarily forgotten.
"This is fucking amazing coffee." he huffs with a little smile, going back for a third sip. And a fourth.
...yeah, this guy's not his type, but if he were, John would be flirting badly for more of his coffee alone...