Got a light || Max & Aaron
Maxwell frequented chain coffee shops when he wasn't working. Not only for his love of coffee but for the colourful people who came by to get their caffeine fix. He was sitting at an outside table with his sketchpad opened next to his still steaming drink. The page he was on held quick sketches of various people: A plump woman bundled up against the cold with an overly long scarf, a skinny child who was all teeth and curls, a man who looked remarkably liked the pug he was walking..ect. All of these people scattered across the page.
The young artist was still wrapped up in his own grey toggle coat with a rather colourful scarf knotted and tucked into it. He'd removed one glove so he could sketch and periodically was using his coffee cup to warm his chilled fingers. Maxwell had decided it was time to have another cigarette but upon finding that his lighter wasn't working the young man frowned. He pressed his lips into a thin line and then, as someone was walking up to the store he'd clear his throat. "Um.. excuse me mate?" he offered an award winning smile. "You uh... don't happen to have a light do you?"
