log: leo/dawn go on a walk
The coffee shop was a madhouse. The October chill was in the air, leaves were swirling around outside like pinwheels and everyone wanted a cup of coffee. The teenagers ditching class, aspiring screenplay writers nosily tapping away on old laptops, senior citizens buying yet another book about Nazis. All the while, Leo was maneuvering between scalding hot water, steam, syrup and coffee bean dust. He wondered how the idea of steam punk ever got off the ground. If they had ever worked a second in a coffee shop, they'd know why zero inventors would want to keep working with that kind of power.
With a friendly jingle of the coffee/bookstore door, he gasped in the chilly air. Freedom. Finally. A few minutes to make himself seem cool and interesting before meeting up with Dawn. Dawn. He had texted Dawn between shifts and it would be a complete lie if he tried to say he wasn't checking his phone between coffee orders to see her reply. Leo didn't want to quantify or calculate how she made him feel. All he knew was that it was bad news and he kept writing himself back into it.
When he made it back to the flower shop, he knocked on the shop's glass. When she looked up, he pointed at one of the tulips that was already starting to fall and he made a face while mouthing "LOOK WHAT YOU DID TO IT!" But, everything he did lacked the malice that his taunts used to have. She could tell there was a fondness, a small light behind his eyes, one he was trying so hard to hide.
Leo walked into the shop, hands in his jeans pockets. "You tell me your weirdest customer today and I'll tell you mine."