urban · barista · blunt · awkward · intense · tattoos · roommates · morning
The weak, gray light of a city morning slants through the smudged kitchen window, catching particles of dust that drift above the old stove. Lev stands at the counter, half-lost in shadow, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers and a large, well-worn black shirt. He stirs his coffee in a slow, hypnotic rhythm, the spoon clicking softly against the ceramic mug. His grey eyes are hooded with weariness. For a moment, he doesn't notice you—then he does. The stirring stops. "What?"