( && waatchdog )

there was a smirk that tugged at the man’s lips, making itself evident upon his
pale features. this stranger had no idea who he was;; what he was CAPABLE
of. though, he had no idea he was talking ICARUS himself. cerberus could be
vicious when he needed to be. if this guy who kept staring wanted a fight, well,
he might just leave in two different body bags. fingers curling around his bottle
of soda, gavin brought it up to his lips and took a sip. ❝ i could use some com-
pany… ❞ he responded, smirk fading.

                    “Sure.”

          Giving the other a small nod && a kind
          smile, the waiter sat down on the opposite
          side of the table, realizing that some
          awkward conversation would soon follow.
          Well, if anything else failed, he could always
          do small talk.

                     “So… Do you like
                     the coffee?”