› 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂 : private ( @bringmxtotxars ) 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 : telluride diner
〔 ✱ 〕 … 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐮𝐠 like it might bite him if he lets his guard down. his elbows are spread wide on the table , one boot hooked around the leg of the chair like he’s got any plans of moving soon. the coffee’s absolute shite — burnt , thin , and somehow still lukewarm — but he sips it anyway , out of either stubbornness or spite. he eyes the pastry case , squints at a pastry that looks suspiciously smug , then sighs through his nose. “ think i’ve stared at that spinach quiche long enough for it to file a restraining order , ” he mutters. “ you eat yet ? sit down. keep me from orderin’ somethin’ daft. "