Philip glanced up from his book, a perplexed expression on his face. Looking down at the cup he had been given, it did look a little bit different from his normal order, but he hadn’t really paid any mind to that.
“I must have gotten yours, then. How did you know it was mine?”
Blaine jerked to a stuttering stop beside the table. He followed the absentminded professor looking gentleman to trying to get his attention the whole way there. No luck. Other than getting a quiet chuckle out of the deal.
“I think you did. You grabbed it right as I was going trying to hurry back and pick it up. I figured since we were the only two at the counter? This one must be yours. That’s gotta be a really good book? I couldn’t pull your attention off it,” a bewildered but bright smile stayed put as he hoisted up the drink in his hand for inspection, “Look more familiar or…?”
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