Who: Fernando Morales and Open What: Just browsing When: Wednesday afternoon Where: That Book Place Warnings: TBA Status: Open/On-going
As much as Morales enjoyed his job, he also enjoyed his days off. He'd managed to break himself of that workaholic streak he'd had back in LA, though there were times where Adam or Carson -- sometimes one of the others -- had to shove him out the door. (And when Carson Beckett of all people said you were too much of a workaholic? Maybe you needed to listen.)
His days off were, by and large, peaceful. Aside from running errands, he usually spent them either at Dorian's or doing something quiet around town. And at the moment, that "something quiet" was looking at the shelves of cookbooks at the bookstore, because when you were the only halfway decent cook in your relationship? You found the recipes that worked and you got really good at them.
Every so often, though, he'd go looking for something different. Not because he particularly needed to, but because he wanted to. Variety was good, after all. And okay, sometimes his efforts at actually trying out the aforementioned new recipes backfired spectacularly. At least he'd tried. (And it was still better than the alternatives sometimes.)
He'd been looking through the shelves for a good ten minutes, deciding that his problem was that he'd gone into it with no clear idea of what he wanted. Oh, well, he was committed to randomly browsing now.
Morales did at least shift to the side when somebody else wanted to look at a shelf, though. Just because he was taking forever didn't mean he was going to be oblivious about it.