𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑: jia ( @lovebitcs ) 𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀: the toasted pickle, 1:54 pm
it's extremely difficult to MISS the bright green exterior of the toasted pickle, even if the delicious savory smells that reach the sidewalk war with the sweet aromas from the bakery down the street. rafa comes to a hasty stop out front, breaks squeaking just a little, and locks his bike to the post set in the sidewalk with practiced ease ( the bike itself may change from location to location, but the coiled lock does not ). a morning shift at the greenhouse means he's arrived close to two o'clock, significantly after the lunch rush he has no doubt descends on the place. it's almost peaceful now when he steps in, backpack slung over one shoulder and hair still mostly pulled back into a bun ( a handful of strands making their escape from a shift tending to plants and his bike ride back into town ), but whatever his appearance he's at ease with it. the air conditioned inside is a relief as he walks past the tables lined against the brick wall to the counter at the back, eyes trained up at the chalkboard menu for a moment as he waits for someone to arrive at the register.