Monday evening, Mocha, Robbie OTA MW
Even though he felt like having a pint, Robert decided to pop into the coffee shop down stairs. One day of moving behind - thankfully he had not needed to carry everything on his own but some of the Manor's staff had helped - and one more to follow on Tuesday with the less necessary things to be carried in. Somehow the apartment felt a little too big and the building a little too exquisite but it sure felt a lot better than the little hole he had spent the last year or so in.
Dressed in blue jeans and a black casual shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows the tall man joined the queue by the counter, looking up at the menus and price lists wondering what was good.