Leo looks strained for a few moments but seems to think better of responding. Sadness appears to wash over him briefly, but then he brightens as his beverage arrives. He smacks his lips audibly after the first sip and takes a crunchy bite of the celery stalk leaning against the inside rim of his glass.
"Now that is how to start the morning good and proper!"
This City of Ours wrote:I will get you whatever you want if you take me home with you,” says the man, stopping his pacing for the time being. He fidgets with the straps of his backpack and nervously runs a hand through his beard. “Just as long as I don’t have to go back.”
"Now I don't happen to run a guest house any more than Mr. Bell operates a brothel. I do, however, have a sympathetic ear and a reliable personal vehicle. Have a drink, spill your troubles - not your glass - and let's see if we can't conspire to smuggle you someplace friendly! Smoke?"