log: adrian and ren
Ren grinned, a quick flash of a thing that crossed his face and left it almost before it could settle. "Thought so," he said simply, his accent wavering slightly into something that might have been almost British. It was old habit, and he didn't usually keep to it, but familiarity had been a delight when he'd needed it for some of the plays in University. "I went to a boarding school in England for six years. You sound like the boys in my dormitories."
His search of the shop was proving however, that he and Adrian were the only two left, so Ren led them back to the counter straight from the final set of shelves. As he passed the counter he grabbed a wet rag he'd been using to wipe tables and took it with him behind the counter. He flipped the machine for hot water on again.
"I guess you're back here then," he said. It seemed obvious with this piece of information that he wasn't just wandering through, he was part of the town. He'd had the look about him that had said he might be, but Ren hadn't been one-hundred percent certain until then. He was beginning to be able to tell the difference between the residents and the people who came through for vacation homes, or just a visit. He wondered if other people would be able to tell the same thing about him. It occurred to him, as he reached automatically for the to-go cup, a gesture familiar enough he didn't need to seek it out, that Adrian was what could easily be defined as pretty, despite the half-sleepy appearance. Or maybe partially because of it. But he'd also asked Ren a question.
Ren still held the cloth in one hand, and he laid it down on the counter in front of him, his hand stayed resting there. "I'm here cause, I don't know, of all the place to work in this town, it seemed the easiest. I know books and authors, and I know coffee and tea, and it was an easy interview once I'd made the owner a Caffè macchiato," he grinned. But he wasn't certain that was really what Adrian meant. Why was anyone in Repose honestly?
"I needed a change of pace," he offered. There was a lot behind that answer, but he so far hadn't really unpacked it for anyone, even Leo and his co-worker was arguably the closest thing to a friend he'd made since he arrived. He held out his hand for the mug. "I don't know that I can blame you for falling asleep with Vanity Fair. I nearly flunked out that portion of literature."