OOM: afternoon coffee

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Even people who pride themselves on supporting independent shops end up at Starbucks sometimes.

There's one within walking distance of Steve and Orpheus's apartment -- there are more than one if you're up to walking a bit more -- so Steve brings Felix there, so he can see what it's all about if nothing else.

It's a quiet Sunday afternoon. Steve has his sketchbook, but he hasn't opened it yet in favor of looking through a copy of the Express someone left on the table instead.

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[mr_gaeta]

"Thank you," he says to Steve. And to Orpheus, laughing, "So do I get to try the best, too?"

The coffee he inadvertently stole yesterday was pretty good, after all.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"What kind of hosts would we be if we didn't show you the best the city has to offer?"

[golden_lyre]

"I think you can take your pick as well, and we can find you whatever the best of that is."

[mr_gaeta]

He grins.

"Coffee to start," he says. "and..." A glance to the Express. It did say the exhibit wouldn't be opening for a while yet, so maybe it wouldn't be too awkward to ask:

"Do you think I could see that Air and Space Museum, too?"

It'd put some context to the awe that still gets thrown at him every so often: you lived in space?

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I think that's an excellent idea," Steve says and looks at Orpheus for confirmation.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus glances between them both with a smile. "I have no objections." It's Steve's city more than his own for many reasons.

[mr_gaeta]

"Great."

Museums, coffee -- it's like playing tourist, not like waiting for the all-clear after an emergency evacuation. This is a vacation, he tells himself. Relax. Enjoy it.

So long as he can manage that much, he's sure everything will be fine.