Status: closed @isaacxmarshall
Location: Mama Kay’s
“Alright, baby. Nice to meet you too!” Bowie laughs, bidding farewell to the woman they struck up a conversation with while waiting for their order. They turn to the baby faced barista with a grateful smile and a thank you, taking their green tea and almond croissant as they go. There’s a little table situated at the back of the cafe where Isaac waits for them. Having breakfast with him wasn’t the initial plan. The two of them bumped into each other here, got to talking, and before Bowie knew it, they were agreeing to spend this part of their morning with him. More importantly, they try to ignore the excitement at the chance of getting to do so.
On their way back to the table, they catch a glimpse of one of the flyers pinned on a board, doing a double take and halting their steps. Quickly, they read over the paper, their brow arching a bit as the idea comes to them. Bowie carefully uses the hand holding their tea to pull the flyer down, bringing it with them. “You still write?” They ask Isaac as they take their seat, putting their things down and sliding the paper over to him. And then they realize, they’re not prepared for the heartbreak that’ll come if his answer is no. Watching him get lost in the creation of his words, listening to the sweetness of his voice as he shared those very words with them in the intimacy and the comfort of his bed - it’s one of the things Bowie loved the most when they were together. Shaking their head, they cross their legs underneath the table. “Mama Kay’s doin’ an open mic night in case you were interested,” They quickly add with a dismissive shrug that tries too hard, throwing on an easy smile that tries even harder.