for @tinydoesrp, as promised
Being the recovering alcoholic that he was, Beau had to find something to substitute. Coffee was his drink of choice and had been for the past couple of years. This of course meant he had a favorite place as Beau was not one for cliche places that everyone knew about and flocked to.
No, Beau was very much old school and preferred small, local places rather than cheap chain stores.
As this was his favorite place that he visited more than once a day, Beau noticed who else was a regular here. Most of them he knew by face if not by name--except for her.
A small little thing, holed up by herself with books, pens and notebooks spread about her as she furiously scribbled into a notebook, brows drawn and muttering to herself as pen seemed to fly against the page.
He’d studied her the times she’d been in here, this sudden interest to be blamed with the fact that he made a living out of studying people. Whatever his reasons, Beau found himself watching her, willing her to catch his gaze so he could see what color those ever focused eyes were.
