@perditagrave
The barista called out a name he didn’t hear, but what was set on the table was a hot cup of coffee. Plain and simple. That had to be his. Clint reached for the cup without a second thought and took a sip, hissing at how hot it was he took it from his lips. “Dammit-” Now he looked at the name on the cup.
“Graves?” That didn’t say Barton.












