Who: Leo Fitz and Open What: Getting coffee before work When: Saturday morning Where: Starbucks Warnings: TBA Status: Open/on-going
Fitz had been a little twitchier about the lab than usual ever since Birkhoff had gotten sent back. They hadn't been close, but the man's work had been good and if someone with those kinds of skills could get yanked back, then it made Fitz that much more nervous about whatever passed for a decision-making process with the dome. If it even particularly had one. Most days, nobody really thought it did. (Sometimes he wondered.)
He had the time before work, so he was grabbing coffee on his way in. He checked his phone idly as he waited in line, keeping one eye on the people in front of him -- as oblivious as he could be sometimes, he hated being one of those people who held up a line. He'd gotten the whole thing pretty much down to an art, but even so. He still didn't like being the one who held up a line.
Thankfully the line wasn't very long -- or full of people with overly complicated orders -- which meant that he was able to order his drink and move off to the side fairly quickly. He was good with that, actually, was pretty sure that he wasn't really in the mood to stand in line forever and a day.