wip wednesday
thank you for the tags @jesuisici33 @three-drink-amy @reyesstrand @taralaurel @alrightbuckaroo @freneticfloetry @bonheur-cafe @lemonlyman-dotcom @strandnreyes @carlos-in-glasses @heartstringsduet @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @lilythesilly @welcometololaland always such a delight to wake up to snippets in my inbox!!
I don't have anything new for you this week, but have a little something from the upcoming chapter 2 of (Un)professional Services (cc @welcometololaland)
Carlos arrives at the cafe TK proposed – not proposed, suggested – fifteen minutes early. He hates being late generally, and he really doesn’t want to keep TK waiting. He stands in the doorway, scanning the cafe to find the best table – nothing too close to the counter so that they don’t end up surrounded by a line of customers, and not the table behind the pillar which means that TK won’t be able to see him. There’s space at the bench by the windows, but what if TK doesn’t want to be seen with him from the street? Plus, that would require them to sit side by side. Someone bumps into him as they push past, muttering under their breath. “Sorry,” Carlos says, moving out of the doorway and sitting down at the first free table he sees. He’s not convinced it’s the best choice, because it’s a little closer to the door than he’d like and still in clear view of the windows, but he’s sitting now and doesn’t want TK to catch him playing musical chairs. He looks at his watch: ten-fifty a.m. He drums his fingers on the table. Should he order coffee for them? He knows TK’s coffee order. But that would reveal that he’d checked the order written on the side of TK’s coffee cup when he brought Carlos a coffee that one time and remembered it like a creep, even though it’s not the most straightforward order. Right, waiting until TK arrives to order anything then. Carlos remembers that he has chewing gum in his pocket and slips a piece into his mouth to freshen his breath. As soon as he feels the minty coolness spreading across his mouth he realises how presumptuous it is of him to even think that TK might get close enough to notice his breath. A waiter delivers coffee to a neighbouring table. Carlos groans internally. They’re here for coffee. There is no reason for him to chew gum anyway. He looks around for a napkin to spit the gum into, except there aren’t any on the table and now he has no way of getting rid of it. He could go to the restroom? But what if TK arrives? He checks his watch again: ten-fifty-five.
I think everyone in LS fandom has done this already so I'll tag: @petalwritesx @stereopticons @cha-melodius @stutteringpeach @kiwiana-writes @indomitable-love @orchidscript @hippolotamus @mostlyinthemorning @nontoxic-writes
