Sirius has yet to find a single establishment in all of Darrow that can serve a decent cup of tea. He's honestly lost count of the number he's tried and yet he still hasn't given up hope. They may very well be in a town overrun with Americans, but surely one of them must know how to make a decent cuppa.
He's trying this one today, a little coffee shop stuck between a bookstore and a bakery that boasts its tea on the propped-up sign out front. He doesn't have the highest hopes, but the sheer number of people inside must say something about the product.
Unfortunately, it also means a considerable lack of empty seats. After some looking, he spots one across from a young man hunched over a computer, ears covered with Muggle headphones.
Sirius doesn't bother to ask permission before he pulls out the chair, merely flashes the guy a bright, easy smile and takes a seat, his velvet blazer billowing to the sides. "Don't mind, do you?" he asks, lifting his cup in something like a salute. "Cheers."
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Date: 2016-05-05 05:54 am (UTC)He's trying this one today, a little coffee shop stuck between a bookstore and a bakery that boasts its tea on the propped-up sign out front. He doesn't have the highest hopes, but the sheer number of people inside must say something about the product.
Unfortunately, it also means a considerable lack of empty seats. After some looking, he spots one across from a young man hunched over a computer, ears covered with Muggle headphones.
Sirius doesn't bother to ask permission before he pulls out the chair, merely flashes the guy a bright, easy smile and takes a seat, his velvet blazer billowing to the sides. "Don't mind, do you?" he asks, lifting his cup in something like a salute. "Cheers."