@ Poppy’s Brews
“Oh, this seat’s free,” she offered, gesturing to the spare one at her table.
"Thanks, thought I was going to have to stand in a corner with my tea like some kind of weirdo,"
“I wouldn’t leave you to that.” She leaned in conspiratorially then, a bit of mischief in her eyes.
Fletcher laughed as he sat down, "Maybe I should have risked looking like a weirdo after all," he mused in jest. Leaning back in the chair he sipped his drink, "Mmmm, god, nothing beats that first sip of a really good cup of tea. Can you at least wait till I've finished this before you get me in trouble?"


























