log: adrian and ren
Ren swiped the counter one last time as they stepped away from it, dumping the rag in the dirty bucket for dealing with in the morning, and he stepped around the counter to head towards the door. With his own to-go cup in one hand, he dug in his pocket for the keys to the building, and reached up to switch the inside bolt open so they could both exit. He held the door for Adrian, waiting for him to clear it before he turned to close it and switch the key in the lock. He slid the keys back in his pocket as he pulled on the door checking it - it wouldn't do for it to be found open in the morning. Satisfied, he turned to look at Adrian again.
He'd enjoyed the company, and hoped maybe that Adrian had as well. Or maybe it had just been something for him to do. Ren wasn't always certain if people really wanted to spend time around him, or if they were humoring him. He never really had been. He stuffed the empty hand in his pocket, shuffling his feet somewhat. The role of barista had been left behind the counter, and he was just Ren - suddenly not really certain how to close up the conversation and wondering if he'd said the wrong thing about the friend. It was possible he had. What would he want said, if it was him, if it were - the face of his ex in the Capital was conjured all too easily and while he didn't admit it to himself the break-up was part of why he was here.
"Um," he tilted his head up. "I, uh, I don't know who... but you need a place to escape for a while, I work pretty much every day, so I'll kick someone out of your chair if need be," he joked, turning his lips up in a lopsided grin.