♨ Soren ♨ 24 ♨ Cafe owner
It was about five minutes before they arrived at the cafe. He shrugged at her thanks, not really sure what to say. Pulling out the key he unlocked the door and turned the light on, squinting his eyes at the bright light. Soren led her over to the front counter and had her sit on one of the bar stools. The blond disappeared into the kitchen for a few minutes, returning with a few pastries and a glass of water. Setting it in front of her he sat behind the register with a heavy sigh, wishing he had another smoke.
// Sorry if my replies suck.. my stomach doesn't feel very good..
// Sorry if my replies suck.. my stomach doesn't feel very good..


