Swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen
Who: Corwin and Farren Where: Starbucks What: Let me get that for you When: Morning time
When he'd woken in the cage, he was covered in bruises and sore. His first priority had been his sister and making sure she got upstairs okay. Corwin hated the morning after the moon because of how much it effected his sister. It broke his heart and he was man enough to admit that. If he could have done something to make it better, he would have. At least Mason was coming over. After what she'd been through before with the Brit that shall remain nameless, he was glad that she had someone who would take care of her. That was important for him. He told her he'd get out of her hair and that the coffee pot was ready to go for her and her boyfriend. Taking his camera bag, he headed out to give them some privacy.
Of course, giving up the coffee pot he'd readied meant that he needed to get some for himself. There was really only one place to go. Starbucks. Sighing, he debated walking but even he wasn't up for the heat. He didn't want to spend the day plastered to his clothes if he could help it. Of course, it would be an excuse to lose the shirt. Regardless, he needed it to go to Starbucks so car it was. When he got there, he was thinking, trying to figure out where he wanted to take his camera. There was the rubble from the march. He could always get some money for those but he felt like maybe he should take pictures for the fun of it today. It was uncharacteristically pensive and thoughtful of him. So he was trying to figure out if he wanted to take pictures around town or in the park when he reached the door and found that there was hand already on the handle. Corwin looked up and grinned.
"Hey, Farren," he said, trying to get his hand beneath hers. "Let me get that for you."