Devon sat sipping her overly sweet coffee, scrolling through social media on her phone; not really reading anything important or exciting, just trying to pass some time. She snapped to attention once she heard Julian’s voice, looking over with a slight smile. “I do look at myself. I can actually see myself in the reflection of the glass right over there,” she teased, motioning to the door with her head. “Do you ever look at yourself? Or does the dark storm cloud over your head obscure your view?” she laughed, not taking his words to heart.
Julian was decidedly irritated by the abundance of individuals who continued to pass by their table; especially so, by the downpour of perky ‘morning people’, who actually had the audacity the smile at him, as they made fleeting eye contact. He forced a dry, sarcastic laugh in Devon’s direction, hiding the scowl that tugged on the corners of his lips, with his mug (an offensive mustard yellow in colour). “When you wake me at eight in the morning—for a cup of coffee I could have brewed in my own sink—simply to Instagram the occasion, it’s rather hard to see you as anything else.”
