Eric was informed about a new bubble tea shop that was said to be ‘authentic’, and he had to try it. He hoped that Kyle wasn’t lying, and that the tea shop is actually good. The janitor has been to places that claim to be good at what they do and most of the time the fall flat.
The dark haired man rolled up his lilac button down shirt to his elbows as he left his current Red base, Double Cross. Passed the old rickety wire fence was freedom, at least for a few hours. His dress shoes dug into the dry New Mexico dirt, crunchy as he walked out into civilization.
The tea shop was what he expected, a place for young people to sit and work on college papers. Eric was far ahead of those times. He was glad he didn’t have to stress over exams, and grades. The small tea shop was covered in white walls and fake succulents were scattered across the plain tables and windowsills. From the ceiling was more fake plants being drapped down and being attached to the only window available.
Grey eyes scanned the room for customers, which only housed a small handful, including the wandering janitor. Though, one customer caught his eye. He looked so interesting, but that was the end of his enjoyment. Eric can’t be staring too much at a complete stranger. He made his way to the cash register...which also had more fake succulents. It’s starting to be an eyesore for the man. Nevertheless, he ordered a cookies and cream milk tea. That’s the most safe flavor, in Eric’s eyes. If he likes this tea shop, maybe he’ll try every flavor. For now, safe is key.
He took a seat by the window and looked out, watching bystanders explore the small plaza. It did have some perks despite being completely out side of a major city. Small boutiques were scattered across the poorly paved road, and some were small cafes. Young people that love photography, or pretending to be models would most likely enjoy this run down plaza.
Even Eric liked it so much he slid out his phone and took a small photo of the window’s view with the fake vine poking through the corner of his shot.
