worth it • finn Wolfhard imagine

coffee shops in LA are always great. the smell of the warm coffee beans fill the air as a worker wearing quite the cheap outfit walks in with a bag full of them. you get your coffee and head for the small circle table in the corner of the shop, next to a small window, giving out the perfect amount of light.
you close your eyes and relax. not until you hear a scrape of a chair sliding against the floor, right in front of you. you open your eyes, in fragile anger.
it's Finn Wolfhard.