hadtogive:

“Coffee. Which one’s your favorite?”

^{He seems extremely interested in this stranger’s answer, the way he’s turned all the way about in his chair, holding onto one of the edges so that he doesn’t topple to the floor.}

^{Granted, he really should be focusing on work right about now. Eames wasn’t the only one affected by the recent governmental collapse, and Trygve’s presence on Earth right now was tied right on in. But the coffee shop had been calling his name, was apparently a worthy temporary distraction.}

^{“I want to know which one I should try next.”}

He’d been asked all sorts of things during those days he would spend time in the cafés. But normally people didn’t ask him for his opinion on coffees to drink. Sometimes it was directions, other times it was his suggestions for food or if he knew the time. Whomever this bloke was wasn’t very observant or he’d realised that he wasn’t drinking coffee; he preferred a good cuppa and this particular café served a halfway decent one. But why ask him? Why not ask any of the others? His head cocked slightly and he wondered if maybe he just had that look about him. Maybe he did. It wasn’t like he didn’t have anything better to do.

“Coffee? You want m'opinon on coffee?”

Eames was going to try to answer the question with as much sarcasm as possible. Especially since it was the strangest question he’d been asked in a while. Hopefully the bloke didn’t take it personally.

“Mate you couldn’t pay me nough to touch that vile stuff. Asking the wrong bloke.”

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