The Perk, Wednesday Morning
It had taken John a spot of time to get on his feet on the island, but ordering in some tea at the local coffee shop seemed like a good idea to signify an honest-to-god start to life here. Mind, the island would never be able to make up for its fatal flaw - ie, not being London - but invasions aside, it could be much worse.
Or so John's train of thought went, as he settled down at a table with his hot coffee and a smile on his face. (The smile had wobbled a bit when the barista had ignored his compliment towards her coffee-making abilities, but one minor rejection wouldn't ruin a day.)
So there he sat, sipping his coffee, his phone on the table just in case of any last-minute desperate texts. He was starting to consider turning that off and enjoying his early morning, actually.
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Or so John's train of thought went, as he settled down at a table with his hot coffee and a smile on his face. (The smile had wobbled a bit when the barista had ignored his compliment towards her coffee-making abilities, but one minor rejection wouldn't ruin a day.)
So there he sat, sipping his coffee, his phone on the table just in case of any last-minute desperate texts. He was starting to consider turning that off and enjoying his early morning, actually.
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