Post by Craig Jamerson on Nov 9, 2012 10:53:28 GMT -5
The silence was significant and Craig couldn't help but peer over at the man in the vehicle with him a few times, half the time wondering why he wasn't saying anything and the other half, what he was thinking. The whole time, though, one question loomed above the rest, refusing to subside in his uncertain mind. Why does this man have wings? Craig remained silent, though, preferring to wait for the other male to decide the timing was right. After dodging through traffic smoothly (being used to such traffic) for some time, Craig finally pulled to a stop outside of a small, brown cafe with tan accents with a large, abstract black sign with pastel lettering and graffiti dots and a coffee mug. The board read, "The Spot".
"We're here," Craig announced, leaving the confines of the vehicle before locking it behind them. He stepped quickly to the sidewalk and began to the coffee shop. This man must be waiting until after they'd received their coffee and there was no desire in Craig to wait any longer than was necessary. He grabbed hold of the brass door handle and turned the knob, pulling the door open for his company to enter the establishment's mellow interior.
"We're here," Craig announced, leaving the confines of the vehicle before locking it behind them. He stepped quickly to the sidewalk and began to the coffee shop. This man must be waiting until after they'd received their coffee and there was no desire in Craig to wait any longer than was necessary. He grabbed hold of the brass door handle and turned the knob, pulling the door open for his company to enter the establishment's mellow interior.
