Who: Aidan and OPEN Where: The coffee shop When: Afternoon What: Coffee and conversation Warnings: Low, likely
The afternoon had been cool, cloudy, Aidan's favorite kind, and it had put him in a pleasant mood. He sat at one of the window tables to watch people go by as he sipped his coffee. Even after all these years, he still found people interesting and endlessly entertaining.
His SUV sat just outside, in plain sight, the windows down. His dogs sat inside. Well, Anluan sat in the driver's seat, his head hanging out the window, looking reproachful. Connal had jumped out and lay draped across the hood, huge head on his paws. Aidan would've brought them inside if allowed, but no shopkeeper wanted dogs inside their establishment, particularly dogs the size of big ponies. He'd explained that to them, but they'd loped out to the SUV and climbed in anyway. He'd buy them something sweet to make up for being forced to stay outside.
A brownie sat on a plate to his right, a bite taken from it. Before him sat a packet of papers, the contract for his next book. It was identical to the previous one, and really, he didn't need to read it, but he'd been a businessman often enough that he was compelled to read it, and thoroughly.
There was music from the speakers, something soft and jazzy. The few tables seemed taken by young mothers out for the afternoon, looking a little frazzled, or by college students. The murmur of voices, along with the scent of coffee and baked goods was soothing, and his mouth curved up into a content smile as he propped his chin in his hand, gaze directed at nothing in particular.