Griffin’s eyes laid focus on the styrofoam cup before him, his lips tucking out of his mouth to wet his dried lips as he leaned back in the wooden chair. His mind had been fogged with inconsistent thoughts that needed to be interrupted by anything, anyone. Griffin grasped his cup and took a long sip, his eyes lifting as he noticed a figure standing before him. “It’s not polite to stare.. can I help you?” his words were slow, his eyebrow lifting at his own question. “I’m not opposed to company.. if that’s what you’re looking for.” Griffin added, sitting back up in his chair, brushing his fingers through his hair.













