Re: Coffee prize: Ren S & Noah N
"Delicious pumpkins." The PSL wouldn't solve anything, it was true, but Noah didn't need it to be a solution, just something delicious that could brighten a moment or two of his day. This was the dude who was described by multiple people as something like a puppy, bright-eyed, excited, bouncy, and sweet. These days it felt like he was being treated like something rabid, even by the people he called friends, and he didn't know if he just couldn't see it or if it was just their reaction, like Holly said. Either way, it didn't feel great, so today the puppy was a little down, tail dragging. Noah still smiled a little as he watched Ren do his magic barista stuff with the machine. "Oh, hell yeah, dude. Hit me with that cinnamon sparkle."
Noah was never still. He shifted on his feet, a tall and pretty broad dude with floofy curls. He chewed on his lip and tapped his fingers on the counter, and watched Ren think about how he could answer Noah's question. "Yeah," was Noah's agreement about it being a Monday, because, shit, it was. He smiled a sympathetic smile when Ren said everything would be fine after he had his espresso, but he didn't push. He'd learned a long time ago that knowing things people didn't tell you (and probably didn't want you to know) meant you let them do shit on their terms as much as you could. But, then Ren was asking about him and Noah looked mildly sheepish, gaze dropping then lifting again. "You saw the post." He tapped his forefingers on the counter and sighed, his expression thoughtful. "I don't know. I'm okay." He offered a shrug, a smile still pulling at his lips. "It's a Monday."