Gabriel Harkin (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
asoncalledgabriel) wrote2017-06-24 08:04 pm
asoncalledgabriel) wrote2017-06-24 08:04 pm
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Gabriel knocks on Steve's door, a bit hesitant because even if Steve invited him, he always feels like he's imposing or something. He'd wanted to bring something with him but he's not much of a cook yet - he's learning, or he's trying to - but he's still getting the hang of everything.
So he has a box of scones from a bakery he likes.
The weather's gotten so much warmer here than he's used to, the summers so much... heavier. But it's the heat as much as the humidity - he's used to humid, Ireland is half rain.
He flashes a shy smile when Steve opens the door. "Sorry I'm a little late, bakery was mobbed."
So he has a box of scones from a bakery he likes.
The weather's gotten so much warmer here than he's used to, the summers so much... heavier. But it's the heat as much as the humidity - he's used to humid, Ireland is half rain.
He flashes a shy smile when Steve opens the door. "Sorry I'm a little late, bakery was mobbed."