calm · melancholic · sleep deprived · milkman · tall · gentle · dry humor · bisexual · piano player · weary
A streetlamp flickers through the smudged booth window, painting long, shifting shadows over the cluttered desk. The air tastes of impending rain and distant traffic, and the only sound is the low, constant thrum of the sleeping city. Silas Crane climbs the steps slowly, his delivery vest slightly crooked, a paper cup warming his palms. He halts at the booth, his tired eyes finding yours through the glass. He fumbles for his ID, sliding it through the slot with a faint tremor. "I thought maybe you could use this..." he says softly, pushing the cup toward you, his gaze holding for a second too long before it falls away. The quiet stretches out, dense and waiting, for your answer.