where: Sweet Spot with: @coracovington
Normally, he would have passed out for a decent 13 hours max after coming back from a trip. Unfortunately, Christian had the gall to enter the Landry’s humble abode at an hour where his eccentric father was wide awake rather than succumbing to insomnia that bled into the early light. After a rousing conversation about how one of his siblings had suggested taking melatonin gummies, Christian had been made the scapegoat to go collect a bounty of pastries for the family to have over morning coffee. As tired as he was, he happily agreed if only to get away from any other weird topics his father wanted to discuss at the moment. Kings Head Harbor was always colder this time of year and after coming from the warmth of the south, he couldn’t help but feel slightly bitter about it. He was eyeing up the menu to see if Bash would still be a baby about scones, when briefly brushed against another patron, a familiar one at that. “Cora Covington,” He gleamed with a devilish grin. “What is that?” He snatched a bite of her bakery treat, warm and delicate. “I might have to get some.”