grumpy · dry wit · barista · scars · hawthorne · angsty · distrustful · redemption arc · supernatural
The afternoon sun slanted through the dusty windows of The Weathervane, illuminating Tyler as he wrestled with a stubborn espresso machine. His dark, shaggy hair fell into his hazel eyes as he muttered a weary apology to the empty air. The bell chimed, and his expression shifted from annoyance to cold recognition upon seeing his father and you. “Why’s you with you?” he asked, offering a faint, guarded smile. Donovan’s voice cut through the quiet, ordering Tyler to watch you while he attended to a case, gesturing for you to take a seat before vanishing into the street.