"reminds me of either Hermes or hernia, but pretty either way," he laughs, turning his head towards me.
his eyes roam the room, and i wish that they could just settle on me.
moose patters his paws against the table.
"thank you," i smile, at the two. the odd couple. moose was so energetic, and modere was so calm.
"here you all go," the server sets our drinks down, pausing to pet moose.
"what do we have?" modere asks me as the server leaves.
"um, just a vanilla bean cappuccino with extra whipped cream,"
"for the both of us?"
"for the both of us."
i take a sip of my drink, reveling in the flavor. warmed me right up.
modere patted the table looking for his mug, "where is it?" he nervously laughs.
i push the mug into his hands. "sorry,"
"nah, it's all good. no worries." moose laid on the table, resting. me and modere both drank in silence, comfortable silence, as if we've known each other for so long.
modere turns to stare out the window again.
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broken eyes
Short Story"his eyes were a light shade of blue, almost grey, like his eyes were what sadness feels like. "
