alexander-evanss:
Alex never really drank coffee, but he would find himself in the little shop when he was picking up some for Charlie or simply waiting for her to get off work to walk her home, especially now since they lived together near the shifter woods. This time of night the shop was quiet with few people, so he’d ordered a tea and sat in the window seat as he began reading one of his novels.
He hadn’t even realized Feyre’s dad had taken a seat at the table near him until Lee suddenly spoke, causing Alex to lift his head and look over at him. If he hadn’t already known who he was, Alex wouldn’t have tried to strike up a conversation at all. “What are you working on?”
Lee continued to stare at the screen as his coffee began to disappear more quickly than he had anticipated. It was clear his writers block was making him more distracted on other things and unable to focus on what was actually in front of him. He was grateful that someone had responded to him, because he was stuck. It never used to be this hard, because he had a purpose to writing his books in the past. It was to try and get his daughters attention and send you a message that he was always looking for her. Now he didn’t know what to do.
“ A book. I haven’t written in a while and it was what I’ve done to make a living for a long time, but I hit a wall. I’ve got pretty bad writers block right now” He explained as he looked over to Alex. He knew the young man was a friend of his daughter, so he didn’t feel as though he had to be wary.













