closed for noel ( @riftraffs )
addicted to the bean had always been one of those spots people gravitated toward without really thinking about it. the kind of place that felt easy to settle into, even when it was packed wall to wall. today just happened to be one of those days. every table was claimed, the low hum of conversation mixing with the hiss of espresso machines and the occasional laugh cutting through it all. dario had managed to snag a small table tucked off to the side, more out of luck than anything, a half-finished drink in front of him and his phone loosely gripped in one hand. he wasn’t really paying attention to it, though—his gaze drifting up every so often, seeing if he could spot any potential recruits in the crowd.
it wasn’t until he noticed someone lingering nearby, that seemed to be searching for an empty seat, that he finally spoke up. “you can stop looking,” he said, a hint of amusement tugging at it as he gestured to the empty chair across from him. “if that's what you're doing. i'm pretty sure every table’s been claimed for the next three hours.” a faint smirk pulled at his mouth as he leaned back slightly, giving them just enough space to decide. “if you’re looking for a spot, you’re welcome to join me. place is more packed than usual today, ain’t it?”