Andrew was in the army and just back from his latest tour, without his left foot.
Neil is the barista at the local coffee shop Nicky keeps dragging him to.
the one where Andrew is a shitty flirter and Neil remembers how he likes his coffee.
Andrew rubbed scar cream over the stump where his left foot used to be. He had already been missing it for three months but it felt like yesterday that he had been walking on it. That might’ve been because of his prosthetics.
He fastened it and started walking towards the bathroom, the kitchen, his closet. It was a routine he was setting for himself. The ways of the army still in his muscles. He should check out the local gym, see if he could get some weights in. As he was pouring another cup of sweetened coffee his phone chirped. He dropped his mug against the counter. He was lucky to not break it. He wasn’t so lucky as to not burn his fingers on the liquid spilling across the counter. Cursing Andrew reached into his pocket to retrieve his phone. Nicky had texted him. Of course, it was Nicky.
||Feel like going out for coffee?
Andrew didn’t want to. He was already on his second cup and the doctor told him he needed to lay off the caffeine. His doctor also told him to get out of the house more often. Nicky had promised to take him to the park. With Nicky next to him, there might not be as many people staring at him. Who was he kidding? People would always stare.
Regardless Andrew wanted to go out. He didn’t care what people thought about him. He didn’t care about anything. With a bit of difficulty, he pulled on his shoes, grabbed his coat and keys and left his apartment. It might have been a good thing that Nicky texted him.
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