CLOSED STARTER | @noamurphy LOCATION | camp giftshop and cafe
arms knit across his chest, damie was plagued with varied contemplation. did he really want a coffee bad enough to stand in line ? did he even like coffee ? what was he going to order ? was the giftshop always this boisterous and filled with campers ? however, the main question on his mind weighed on him the heaviest : how did he know the barista ? it wasn't often that damie recognized strangers, as he liked to keep his head down and mind his own business to a reclusive degree, but her visage, lovely as it was, set off alarms in his head. anyone graced by her presence could tell that the barista was beautiful, but there was something more there. it gnawed in the back of his brain like he gnawed on the inside of his cheek. approaching the front of the line, he had no choice but to ask, " do ... do i know you ? "
