HE SITS BACK IN HIS SEAT, ARMS CROSSED. with his expression alone, he’s able to get pretty much everything across : what the fuck. eyebrows arched, mickey reaches across the table, nudging the coffee towards mike. ❝ y’r face stuck like that? we gonna sit here like a couple’a girls and stare at each other all night or what? ❞ / @roadtaster!














