[A day or two after their arrival, Devon was the one who quickly found herself being dragged away from James and Ian by her mother and her father's relatives for wedding plan purposes and figuring out dresses, jewelry, who to invite, what she's been up to in England for the past few months, paying her respects... If Devon's texts to James are anything to go by (IF I DIE REMEMBER ME FONDLY, SAYONARA), there's no way she can escape from this hell hole.
Aaron and Ian prove to be good company in the meanwhile and one day after picking up Ian from school, Aaron gives his young son some allowance money telling him to treat his future brother-in-law while he took care of some appointments. Now where would a nine year old treat someone who's way older than him...?
And surprisingly? It's a cafe.
The door bell to a modern, but cozy cafe that's well decorated with vintage odds and ends and colorful lamps is opened, alerting the baristas to their customers. The woman manning the counter grins at little Ian Winters, indicating he's a regular of all things.]
"Hey there, little guy! Been a while since we last saw ya with your sister!"
Hi, Lizzy. [Ian slides a 20 dollar bill like it's nothing.]
Can I get the orange lavender tea with honey? And a lemon poppy seed cookie if you still got any. Oh, and...
[Ian gestures to the taller man behind him. Lizzy blinks, looking up. And stares. She looks back at Ian. And then back at the incredibly handsome man who looks WAY too good, way too sharp and model-like to grace the cafe. Some of the other baristas are sneaking a peek and also gawking. Ian tries to ignore all of this silliness.]
Whatever he's getting, I think the 20 should cover it, right?
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Aaron and Ian prove to be good company in the meanwhile and one day after picking up Ian from school, Aaron gives his young son some allowance money telling him to treat his future brother-in-law while he took care of some appointments. Now where would a nine year old treat someone who's way older than him...?
And surprisingly? It's a cafe.
The door bell to a modern, but cozy cafe that's well decorated with vintage odds and ends and colorful lamps is opened, alerting the baristas to their customers. The woman manning the counter grins at little Ian Winters, indicating he's a regular of all things.]
"Hey there, little guy! Been a while since we last saw ya with your sister!"
Hi, Lizzy. [Ian slides a 20 dollar bill like it's nothing.]
Can I get the orange lavender tea with honey? And a lemon poppy seed cookie if you still got any. Oh, and...
[Ian gestures to the taller man behind him. Lizzy blinks, looking up. And stares. She looks back at Ian. And then back at the incredibly handsome man who looks WAY too good, way too sharp and model-like to grace the cafe. Some of the other baristas are sneaking a peek and also gawking. Ian tries to ignore all of this silliness.]
Whatever he's getting, I think the 20 should cover it, right?
"... Right... Right... Um. Ian, who is this??"