the recovery project [2]

b e g i n a g a i n

aidan

college is stressful.

he has never liked coffee, but barely a year at nyu has caused him to crave it up until the point where he drinks nearly three cups a day.

to make his saturday morning even worse, the coffee shop he usually goes to is closed because of construction, and he hates starbuck's, but right now, that's all he has.

he rushes to the counter, digging through his pockets for his wallet. "can i have a caffè americano under the name aidan? a-i-d—"

"i know how to spell it."

a flood of warmth fills his chest, a voice he hasn't heard in so long consuming him.

"hi," everett smiles.