“You’ve been staring in this general direction for a while now with this...hopeless look in your eyes. I know this place almost as well as Joel does, what’re you trying so hard to will into existence?” Jayden asked, wandering over to stand beside the patron. His arms crossed loosely in front of his chest, he leaned forward, squinting in the same general direction as if he were trying to make out some hidden message.
He often spent his mornings hanging around ‘Tweed and Alder’, distracting the owner and sketching the customers as they came in went. However, it’d been a slow morning and sketching out the deaths of vaguely familiar faces had gotten old fast. So when he’d spotted a stray patron, he decided to shake things up and try his hand at customer service. What the hell could go wrong?