Subway || Asa & Sutton
Asa hated the subway on a good day. He rarely left his apartment lately unless his neighbor dragged him out for a sandwich or coffee (or to bail him out from some ridiculous hijinks that got him in the slammer overnight) but today was a rare occasion that the Irishman actually had to travel. The illustrator was sometimes needed at the publishing house for meetings, and doing them in-person sometimes made it a little bit easier for the author. Asa spoke openly about his inspirations and they could talk with the author’s assistant as well. So, for once, he was out and about, holding a coffee with his messenger bag across his chest, standing idly in the disgusting subway tunnel. He was very early, but that was due to anxiety at the prospect of being late or missing the trains. He was still getting used to this whole thing- Ireland had its own tunnel systems but they were a bit different. He had sat himself down on a bench with his coffee in his nervous twitchy hands, wearing an old worn jacket over a nice button-up shirt and a soft wool cardigan to keep extra warm. He watched a woman stand nearby and he scooted a bit, in case she wanted to sit on the same bench. “Plenty of room. If you’re waiting for the same train as me, it’ll be a fair bit of time.” He explained.
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