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Patrick chuckled and gave his shoulder a friendly pat. “It’s perfectly fine. You can present anything and everything you see fit. There’s still a lot I haven’t seen thanks to getting my apartment in order. I only wish I felt like a local.” He gave an excited grin and headed towards the crosswalk. He hadn’t discovered his new local coffee shop yet, and he kind of hoped it would be a winner. Soon, they were inside, the warm smell of coffee instantly making Patrick feel at home. He smiled at Blaine. “Why don’t you go find us a seat? What would you like? It’s on me.”
“You’ll get there. Make sure to save yourself time to get out and explore. Otherwise? If the only view you’re getting is from your dashboard on the way to work every day? You’re really missing out on all but the frustration of New York City traffic. Which,” he shrugged with a hapless grin aimed at the street, “I guess is part of the becoming a local experience.” As soon as the door of the shop closed behind him and the scent of coffee and the wood polish on the floors and tables hit him? Blaine breathed it in deep and returned Patrick’s smile. “If they bottled this smell? I’d buy whatever it’s in by the dozens.” Nearly interrupting Patrick’s offer–a crease formed between Blaine’s brows that said he was about to before he stopped himself and figured it’d be rude to turn him down since they were strangers getting to know one another. Not quite at the level of friends to banter back and forth about who was going to pay. But. He would get the next round. If there was one. “A medium drip would be great. The bigger the cup? The better. Thank you. I’ll,” he thumbed over his shoulder, “go find us a seat by the windows while there’s some still open. Deal?” Oh. That’s what Patrick told him to do. Right! Anyway!
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