Lulu wasn't sure if she was a masochist or what. However, she couldn't help but frequent Teaspoons, regardless of if Ianto were there. And yes, Ianto was once again, not in town. The blonde was sitting at a table drinking a coffee which was (if she was entirely honest with herself) not as good as when Ianto was around. "Hey Wes," she called as she saw a familiar face enter the shop.
"Owwww... hi." staggering to his feet and rubbing a sore spot on his forehead, Wes slipped into a seat across from Lulu, glad to not have to sit alone. He was still worried, and nothing made that worse than sitting by yourself. "How have you been? Haven't seen you in a while..." he glanced disinterestedly at the menu, feeling all the more that he shouldn't be there-- but now that he was...
"I'll have whatever you're having, as long as it's strong." This was said with something of a sardonic smirk, remembering the last time those words had left his lips...at the bar, with Ianto, brooding over a past that wasn't his.
"I've been okay. Being pretty solitary." Ever since she thought she had a boyfriend named Dante, Lulu couldn't get this guy out of her head. It was a pre-occupation she couldn't shake. "How about you?"
"Me too...distracted I guess. Friend of mine...neighbor, actually, landed himself in the hospital somehow. He'd been gone for months I thought...well, you know what the usual assumption is if someone's gone that long from here." Wes shrugged, trying very hard, not too look around them as if Ianto were just hiding in the back taking inventory.
"Gimme a second, I'll whip you up something stronger if you need it." As if he lived there, Wes stood for a moment, slipped through the tabled to behind the counter and a few minutes later came back with a tray laden with a fresh pot of coffee, milk, cream, and a pot of tea for himself.
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"I'll have whatever you're having, as long as it's strong." This was said with something of a sardonic smirk, remembering the last time those words had left his lips...at the bar, with Ianto, brooding over a past that wasn't his.
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Lulu laughed. "It's not nearly strong enough."
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"Gimme a second, I'll whip you up something stronger if you need it." As if he lived there, Wes stood for a moment, slipped through the tabled to behind the counter and a few minutes later came back with a tray laden with a fresh pot of coffee, milk, cream, and a pot of tea for himself.
"This more to your liking?"
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