WHO : cam & open ( @30sextra ) WHERE : monroe's diner
cam leans his weight on his hand placed atop the counter, as the other half heartedly reaches for a pot of coffee to be poured into a nearly empty mug in front of one of very few customers. it’s not a busy day - it is the exact opposite. he is bored. he is all but ready to go home early, and he would have already, were it not for the fact that he so desperately needs the money. he’s been here, what, six months? and the fact feels like failure. he holds onto hope that each hour spent in this place, serving scolding hot coffee and burnt scrambled eggs to unsuspecting victims, brings him closer to something else. an apartment of his own, maybe. it’s not that he doesn’t like being around his brother - but growing up on a farm has him quite accustomed to having space. now he doesn’t, crammed into a small apartment with two other people. dark liquid spills into the cup, this offered along with a friendly wink and a hint of a smirk. he reaches behind him for a cup of his own, fills this one up as well - having decided that he needs something to keep him alive for the last couple of hours of his shift. he sets the coffee pot down, brings his cup to his lips and fixes his gaze on the customer sat on the opposite side of the counter. looks at them expectantly - wordlessly waiting for them to entertain him now that their coffee break has turned into a date. he arches an eyebrow and takes a sip.