[ margo / @irresistiibles ]
Quentin carefully balanced his steaming cup of chai, which had been precariously filled to the very top lip of the mug, on top of his stack of books. As he shuffled his way towards the seating section, he glanced around to see that there were... no empty tables. Incredible. He supposed he could just stand here in the middle of the aisle and drink his overpriced tea, but that would defeat the whole purpose of coming to the cafe to get some work done in the first place. His eyes scanned the room once more-- one woman, over in the corner and facing the other direction, seemed to be sitting alone at a booth that could definitely fit four people. Well, he could at least ask, he thought, beginning to move in that direction. “Do you mind if I just, like, sit here on the corner?” Quentin asked aloud as he neared the table.