Grabbing his coffee from the little cafe, Aiden made his way through the bookshop to his usual spot amongst the stacks. It was a little nook of sorts, between the historical fiction and non fiction shelves, and it was one of the few that had a small table for two. Not that the place was exceptionally busy these days. It was as if he saw less and less people each time he came in, which was fine. When it came to his literature, less was more...but something just felt sort of off. He made a mental note to go speak to the owner before he left for the day, but for now, he had to go meet Enzo. The love triangle fiasco-- if he could even call it that, had thrown a bit of a wrench in his plans for the week and he’d already rescheduled once.
He rounded the corner, already spotting the man sitting at the table, and grinned. “Hey, sorry stopped for a drink. Caffeine is doing a lot for me these days,” he said, shrugging off his satchel bag as he sat down across from Enzo. “How ya been, man?” @enzo-ghamo