location: white rabbit bookstore & café
status: OPEN [ @starteroaks ]
It was the perfect afternoon. Spring was starting to take root, and Aaron could've sworn he heard birds chirping. Like something out of a fucking fairytale. He had taken up the hobby of journaling... his therapist was a big fan, but he thought it would be nice to get some fresh air, and caffeination wouldn't hurt. So, like many weekend afternoons of the last year, he found himself sitting at a table at White Rabbit, pen clicking idly in his hand.
There was a hot black coffee in front of him, which he occasionally remembered was there. Maybe it was nearing tepid, but he had other things to focus on. Like self-reflection, and sunshine, and the music playing in his headphones. "I never did believe in the ways of magic, but I'm beginning to wonder why...."
He felt a pair of eyes on him, and he blinked, before slipping his headphones off, giving them a sheepish grin. "Did you need a seat? That chair is absolutely free!" He took a moment, realizing, blushing. "Oh... shit... was I singing? I... hm. I do that sometimes. When I'm distracted. And god, when Christine Mcvie is serenading me... I mean, Fleetwood Mac really gets me going, you know?"