hans liked coffee a little too much for his own good, he had to admit, but wasn’t coffee supposed to keep you awake? he still felt wrecked after his shift in the music shop, wearing his red and white letterman over a fancy dress shirt, and his eyes half lidded behind his thick glasses as he slumped on the bus, sipping from a chocolate frappuchino quietly.. until... his head began to drop. way to go, buddy.
he dozed a little for a moment, but the bus took a sharp turn, and with it, he slid sideways on his seat until his head impacted with the shoulder of the woman sitting beside him, and he jerked up, suddenly more awake than ever, and clutching his starbucks order for dear life.
“sh-sh-shit! shit, i’m sorry, did i hit you? or h-.. hurt you, or something, god- damn it, i’m so sorry-”