Noah was cleaning up the Grind because he felt bad that he had left Maya in charge for as long as he did, she was an amazing employee and he couldn’t have asked for a better person to be working for him. The Grind was in top shape but he felt that because of his absence he had to make it even better, he stood from putting away cups and he smiled at the person in front of him “good afternoon.”
Armani either needed to open a tab or to stop using his coffee runs as an excuse to put off writing when he could easily sit down and write at one of the tables. The latter clearly wasn’t in his cards for the day as he approached the counter with a lazy stroll. “Good morning, mate. I’d ask for my usual but you’re not Maya,” he commented offhandedly.











