Heās starting to become something of a regular at Cafe Callawayā and he might have been a regular for much longer had the cafe been open longer than half a year. Itās the closest cafe to home, and a much more convenient trip than going all the way into the city for gourmet baked goods. Itās even close enough that he feels no particular guilt about stopping by every week or two - especially when he couples the visit with his scheduled trips to Flowerbudās Town Hall.
The inn back in Castanet has spectacular food, of courseā but it canāt quite compare to sitting with a cup of tea and a baked good and curling up in a corner booth with a good book. That was something that was nearly impossible to replicate anywhere but a place like this.
The more he stops by, however, the more he felt bad about reading while there. Carl was the sort of guy that the more you talked to him, the more you found yourself enjoying yourself while talking to himā even if youād had every intention of doing anything but talking. Gill supposed it was a fair enough trade, however. He rarely has the chance to sit and socialize outside these trips, besidesā he supposes it could be something he could be happy to say he did regularly.
He welcomes the warmth as he slips in through the front door, undoing the scarf around his mouth as he approaches the counter.Ā āMorning Carl,ā he mumbles blandly, in what he assumes is a perfectly friendly tone.
One perk of living in a small town for Carl was the frequency of familiar faces - it made it easy to know what to generally expect from day to day, and easy to get to know each customer a lot more closely than he could have in a busy city setting. Carl had learned most of the localsā names and their favorite order by now, and a few travelers and nearby town locals were cementing their own names, faces, and preferences as well. Gill was one of the latter, of course, with the added bonus of being able to stick to memory more easily from the get-go: he was well-dressed, loved to read, and very fond of tea.
And he was pretty good conversation, on the not-so-busy days that you could get conversation from him over whatever book he brought in that day.
āGood morning, Gill!āŖā Carl piped back over the counter, perking up at the sight of him in his cold weather clothing. The tone was easy to ignore now that heād become accustomed to it - very neutral typically seemed to be a positive from him. And honestly, had he seen Gill in a bad mood yet? Not that he was aware of. How could he be in a bad mood coming to the cafe, anyways?
Carl immediately turned to put on some hot water for tea, chiming over his shoulder.Ā āTake a seat where youād like! What kind of tea would you like today? I imagine itāll be very nice to have something warm for how cold the morning has been lately, hm?āŖā
