▸ 𝐖𝐄𝐒 𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒[ male ]..[ 22 years ]..[ heterosexual ]..[ the "honey oat latte" ]..[ location: Starbucks ]..[ mentions: tag ]..[ tags: vinny ]..──────────────────────────────────────Wes' grin broadened, though it had turned into something more sincere, understanding. Vinny had a good point, and he was far too blunt to keep it in. Starbucks was good, but it was limited. Their supplies were from larger companies. A refresher on a day like today wouldn't be the greatest, and their teas were bland. Wes liked working here for the customers and the money, but even he had to agree, going to a smaller café was the better option.
"We'll go get you a tea," he told Vinny, pushing himself back away from the counter to grab his ginger jacket and phone, whose screen was still facing down. He let his head drift side-to-side at the brief tune Vinny's palms made against the fairly clean counter top, tucking his phone away before shuffling past Joan, tossing her a quick,
"You the best!" on his way out from around the employee's side of the shop.
Shrugging off his apron, Wes exchanged it for his jacket, then gave yet another eager nod in Vinny's direction.
"That place is the best," he agreed, drifting towards the exit door.
"And I've got something to ask you, too, once we're there." His eyebrows raised, a weak attempt to add to the suspense, then pushed the door open, leaning his back against it so Vinny could properly exit first.