john hadn't expected very much when he walked into this weird shop, he'd just wanted to get out of the rain since his umbrella had gone missing a few weeks ago. probably his bad, but it makes him feel better to think it's being used by someone who needed it more.
brown eyes have been scanning over odds and ends-- really odds that never seem to end-- for a few minutes now, but the scent of something edible catches in his nose and he stops in his tracks, standing up straighter and sniffing the air. like a hound with a blood trail, he weaves through what is sure to be interesting junk to look at until he comes upon the treasure: some kind of hot sandwich and a steaming cup of tea. he doesn't care that much about the tea, actually, but it's been a while since he had anything except lukewarm water, so it's tempting...
he doesn't even notice the stranger whose lunch he's probably drooling over until--
"i have to drink ten gallons of mint tea every day," @solrites says, which has him looking up and blinking in confusion. there's a pause that's definitely too long before he manages a smile, but his gaze flicks back down, his stomach rumbling in a way he hopes is silent.
"i don't think i've ever had any," he replies honestly.
