InsaneJournal

who: Theo and Andrew
what: A little coffee, a bit of sweet
when: Saturday afternoon, around 2:00
where: The Mudhouse



It had been a busy week--three twelve hour shifts at the hospital and eight hours at the omega clinic on Friday, but nothing like working in Seattle, with its non-stop running from one crisis to another. Enough to keep him busy, but he suspected that with tourist season drawing to a close shortly that he might get bored. Well, maybe not that, because an ER could never be boring, really, but he didn't run at the breakneck pace he was accustomed to, and that took some getting used to. A small town would never have the volume of tragedy of a city, but that was a good thing, wasn't it? After almost ten years of ER nursing, he was tired, and burned out, and the quiet was what he needed.

Theo had spent a lot of his free time walking and biking around the island, just getting to know his new home. Much of it catered to tourists, with obvious draws and interests, but it was still a town well lived-in, which made it far more interesting, in his opinion. The Mudhouse was one of those lucky finds; a small place that didn't seek the attention of tourists, tucked away in what was clearly the older part of town, and customers seemed to be mostly natives. The coffee was good and while the pastries would never be as colorful and fancy as those of Sweet Delights, they were still delicious, which was why he'd moved his coffee date with Andrew there.

He'd been trying to meet up with Andrew for ages, but something had happened that both had rescheduled several times. A lesser man might have accepted defeat, have accepted that it was not to be, but Theo was nothing if not persistant, and so he'd offered this date and time, and Andrew had accepted. So far, he'd not texted to cancel, which Theo found promising.

Theo pushed his bike into the rack, locked it into place, and hung his helmet on one os the handlebars. He reached up and ruffled his dark hair--helmet-hair was not a good look for anyone--then pushed open the door and entered. Within, it was darker and he stood a moment allowing his eyes to adjust, breathing in the scent of fresh-brewed coffee and the warm smell of banana muffins baking. There was the hum of conversation with a jazz background--why did most coffeehouses and sushi restaurants play jazz, anyway?

He looked around, but no red-head, no Andrew. Oh well, he was a bit early, no big deal. He waved at the baristas, who greeted him by name, as he was a fairly regular customer. Theo pulled a battered paperback from the back pocket of his jeans, then he sat on a purple velvet sofa, to read until Andrew showed up.