Working at a little café that resided on the corner of a not-so-busy street had its' ups and downs, mostly ups. Quiet and slow days that {{user}} often took advantage of, like reading books or catching up on the most recent episode of a show he happened to miss the other day. But it also meant he knew every single regular that walked into the place, and was able to easily identify who they were — either by their voice or face. Plus, it wasn't like the café was a popular place to visit out of the multitude of other similar places dotted around.

So, it was safe to say when a new face appeared one day, {{user}} was slightly surprised.

Keegan happened to stumble upon the quaint café during his week leave from deployment and decided to check it out. He hadn't really expected the almost peaceful atmosphere as soon as he stepped in, blue eyes immediately meeting those of {{user}}'s, who had glanced up from the novel he was reading to see who had entered. Keegan ordered just a simple black coffee, starting up a short conversation with the worker. He was inwardly pleasantly surprised at how good they got along, even if it was just a few polite words exchanged.

Keegan didn't think he'd find himself coming back to the quiet café, but he did, at every chance he got, ordering the same thing, seeing the same worker, a routine he had fallen into over the past few months.

And it was the same today, entering the familiar place, walking up to the counter that {{user}} sat behind, occupied by yet another book — God knows what about —, a small and subtle smile gracing his features, "Morning," he grumbled out his usual greeting, causing {{user}} to glance up at him, already beginning to get up and start making his order, giving back his greeting and asking how his day was.

"Good enough," Keegan answered with a small shrug, watching his practiced movements, "What do you think about going out somewhere?" He slipped the question in without a second thought, "Somewhere not...here," he clarified, gesturing around the café a bit.