log: jude/louis
Louis was behind the counter when Jude arrived, tucked into a book in the gloam and the dusty quiet. There was adequate lighting inside once one's eyes adjusted, but the windows around the door still poured in cool morning light at this time of day, casing pale squares on the walls and the floor.
He didn't immediately recognize the young man who walked through his front door, and even if he had, Louis still had no strong grasp on what Jude was exactly. Oliver had deigned to be specific, though the way he talked about Jude had led him to think they were brothers, or possibly dating. Both seemed unlikely, but not impossible, since they looked nothing alike. Fostered together, maybe, or adopted? Oliver didn't seem to have his mind made up about whether the relationship was brotherhood, friendship, or something else. He probably thought he did, but he was also very young.
He leaned back a little on the high, pressed-plywood, mid-century number he was currently perched on. It had replaced his previous chair, a comfortable Victorian armchair purchased by a friendly couple earlier in the week.
Jude introduced himself just before Louis was ready to ask if he could help him find something, and his eyes lit with recognition. Well, he said brothers, anyway. Mystery solved? Perhaps?
More importantly - coffee. Coffee and a warm smile. "That was me exactly," he said. He'd already had his coffee before he came downstairs this morning, but he'd be damned if he would turn down another cup. "You're very kind, thank you," he said, and took the paper cup, standing from his precariously seated position. "Business is very good, thank you, though a little quiet this time of the morning. I don't mind being here when it's quiet, though. And I am very grateful to your brother. He's being an immense help in a complicated time, I couldn't be more thankful Sam has him at her store." He wrapped his fingers around the coffee cup. It was warm enough inside, but the heat of the coffee was still pleasant. "On your way somewhere?"