Who: Big Brother Dewi and Baby Brother Peter
When: April 7, Wednesday evening
Where: Starbucks
What: Baby brother has a problem. Big brother is here to help!
Peter was shaking. His foot tapped anxiously against the recently-cleaned floor as his chair rocked back and forth. His twitchy status - AH, TWITCHY! - had already driven a few customers to move to new tables. They still glanced to his direction now and then, and Peter would respond with a dead glare that would make them look away immediately.
Now the table was shaking too. And his coffee was spilling out of his cup and splashing on the surface and his hands. He stared at his phone, counting the seconds that Dewi was not there. They said ten minutes, didn't they? Well, where was that guy!? He should have known not to trust the Welsh! It wasn't as if they were even close to his elder brother. And given that Dewi was always with Jerk, what if Jerk had poisoned Dewi against him!? What if it was all a trap!?
It was a bad idea to tell Dewi to come. H-he shouldn't have! He wasn't ready!
Peter gripped his cup, gave it a hard squeeze, and stood up. He stormed to the door and was about to make a run for it when he ran into - who else - Dewi. Good Lord... why were all his brothers so tall!?
"Ahhh... I-it's you! You shouldn't stand in front of doors, you know! It's a fire hazard!"