Re: [Boating: Hugh and Atticus]
Hugh didn't know exactly what he'd expected a lit teacher to look like, but Atticus seemed to fit the idea of one easily enough. He seemed casual, at ease on the ship, which - was really delightful, and Hugh half decided in that moment that if he was going to own a boat, it should be something like this one. Not some over-sized over-done yacht, god, he had enough over-sized and over-done in the house, it would be something small, something he could manage himself, and something that could easily be romantic, and this ship looked as if it would fit that bill completely. Of course, he'd have to learn how to sail, something he knew nearly nothing about, and he wasn't going to impose upon Atticus to teach him the whole routine, but maybe he could pick up a thing or two, and maybe he could take a class. There had to be classes for that sort of thing, right?
He handed over the coffee mug with the sticker on top, a small round one with a coffee cup, and he nodded. "I put a bit of sugar in, but I wasn't certain how sweet was sweet," he admitted."It's always easier to add than subtract, so, I also brought some extra sugar in my pocket if it's not to your taste."
One hand free, he stepped over, careful with the balance of getting in and out, and he looked up at the sail. "This is gorgeous," he told him as he stared up. And then it occurred to him that although they'd spoken, they hadn't really introduced themselves in person. Hugh hadn't even given his name the fist time they'd spoken, and he'd sort of assumed that Atticus would put the two together, assuming that he didn't get too many people saying 'I owe you coffee', but he supposed he ought to make it official. He turned from the sail and held out his hand to the other man, taking the opportunity to take a more observant look at his companion. "I suppose we never properly introduced, but Hugh. Hugh March, or Hugh Christian. I'll answer to either."