where: bespoke coffee & dry who: @winnieblythe & owen fitzpatrick
He never fancied himself much of a coffee drinker until his son was born, not used to the frequent sleepless nights that consisted of him getting up to soothe the crying, restless child. Now that Abel was five-months-old, he was finally making it through the night, but that didn’t mean Owen needed any less caffeine. With the child being watched over by his mother, he decided to give himself a bit of a break and head towards Bespoke, which he hadn’t gotten the chance to enjoy since getting back in town. A cup of black in one hand and a cigarette in the other, the male pawed at the pockets of his jeans with a frown. “Hey, kid,” he asked the nearest person next to him, despite not knowing if he was even old enough to buy himself tobacco. “Got a light on you? Think mine fell out of my fuckin’ pocket.”