Jan 26, 2019
weizhe sipped his coffee slowly; portland winters forgiving in comparison to the rest of the north, but biting all the same. they sat rooftop, at a far too expensive cafe. but it was a necessity where he was concerned. the latte craft, and the scenery a gorgeous change of pace from the pavement and bustle he usually viewed through the windows of his starbucks. maybe he was seven dollars poorer, but he had the skyline, the bitter warmth on his tongue, and one of the men he loved at his side to share it with. “ i’ve been meaning to take you here. it’s this place, and this one little spot by the waterfront that i like most. i always come here when i’m stressed. it takes the edge off. ”
closed starter for @openhvart !