A local coffee shop setup in downtown New York. The atmosphere is more welcoming than what a bar or club could offer, especially to a Conservative Republican Congressman. So it’s of no surprise that he chooses to come here after a morning on the town. Not to say he didn’t enjoy an alcoholic beverage every once in a while – red wine being his favorite – but it never was his intention to visit such places in order to get drunk to the point where he didn’t remember anything from the night before. And he wants to make sure he can remember everything from the night before.
Last night, Sean just so happened to be lucky enough to attend a Broadway musical. This type of opportunity was not granted to the blond very often. And it’s also safe to say that he enjoyed himself greatly. The acting. The singing. The Congressman from Ohio loved the entire show. He just never could have predicted what the following morning would bring.
The next thing Sean knows he’s looking over the menu located near the front counter. Nothing suspicious or out of the ordinary. At least not until he looks to the barista so he can place his order. But instead of reading off what he wishes to have, he pauses. He may not want to admit to the fact, but yes, he does stare. Embarrassingly so.
C’mon, Sean. Use your words!
Except he continues staring, making a complete and utter fool of himself. That is until he hears an unfamiliar voice coming from behind him in line. Telling him to move it along.
“Sorry. I’ll take a medium caramel latte with a blueberry doughnut.”
Internally praying he wouldn’t be called out on his previous actions.
