@wayefinder
in his endeavor to preoccupy his mind, Titus found himself seated across from a stranger at a cafe that was hosting latte art competitions. he was neither a huge fan of coffee, nor had he ever made art on a cup of it, but a challenge was a challenge and he wouldn’t back down!
...it was much harder than it looked.
steady hands or no, he couldn’t get the design to turn into the flower he had set out to make. his hands were made to finesse locks, pick pockets, and draw maps, not combine two liquids to make art!
he peeks over the table at the blue-haired stranger, trying to see if she was fairing any better. admitting defeat, Titus sets the cup down and sheepishly scratches the back of his neck.
“Damn. This ain’t no joke! I mean, if I were aimin’ for a big blob, it’s perfect, but this was supposed to be a flower. How ya holdin’ up over there?”