#thread : tom.

[houstontm]

who: tom and zoey ( @baristatm ) where: beanie's coffee shop

The air is cold outside, and Tom is quick to slide into Beanie’s, his hands rubbing together to retain body heat. He doesn’t come here too often – only stopping by as of late to check in with his sister-in-law. Eyes peer around the open space, and Tom’s lips pull into a grin when he realizes he can’t see her. She’s not behind the counter, either – instead, a younger girl stands. Emma’s manager, he thinks, if his memory serves him correct.

So, he stands in line. And he waits, and he waits, and he waits. And, when he gets to the front, he realizes he has to order something to justify him being in line. “Ah, shit – hold on,” he starts, head tilted up to examine the menu. Eyes narrow, and Tom gestures wildly to something with a fancy name. “Can I get one of those, uh, Fuck Clivesdale cappucinos, or whatever?” He asks, confusion in his tone. Sniffling, he takes another look around before asking, “and, uh, any chance Emma’s in today?”

[houstontm]

who: tom and emma ( @beaniestm ) where: beanie's coffee shop.

The last two years had been rough for both Tom Houston and Emma Perkins. Piece by piece, they picked themselves up after losing Jane. It still hurts, some days are easier than others, but it’s a little less lonely with someone else around. If he were left to his own devices, Tom’s not sure he would’ve made it.

As he sits in the corner of Beanie’s, pouring over an application for Hatchetfield High School, he’s nervous. He’s worried it’s too soon, he’s worried about leaving Tim alone. He’s worried he won’t be able to handle it. Letting the pen clank onto the table, he takes the papers in his hand, approaches the counter with little tact for the line that may or may not be long. “Emma, I dunno if I can do this,” he starts, voice loud for the otherwise quiet ambiance of the coffee shop. “When did job applications turn into a game of twenty fuckin’ questions?”