Gavin in the Mocha: OTA and MW
Gavin wasn't as nervous as he used to be.
He counted this as a good thing; the Manor had been strange and maybe not the best place for him, all things considered, but he was here now and the Mocha had become a place he could sit and read and drink coffee without jumping or blushing or otherwise feeling like he didn't belong.
This was good.
He was doing that now -- sitting, drinking coffee, reading a magazine...thinking about writing. He hadn't written anything in a long time. His notebook, leatherbound and worn, sat in front of him with his favorite fountain pen clipped to the front. Maybe he'd write something soon.