Tony thinks his day is starting off pretty bad when he has to walk to work in the pouring rain. At least until he meets Brendan in the coffee shop when he stops to dry out. They hang out to beat the rain, and making a date for dinner brightens Tony's day right up. Even the temp job he works to support his artistic habits doesn't seem so bad when he has Brendan waiting for him.
Brendan likes Tony a lot, even more so when he finds out that Tony uses recycled materials for his art. Brendan works for an environmental organization that might just be interested in Tony's work, but Brendan's ideas about what else to do with Tony are a lot more personal. Will they find a love together that will teach Tony to love the rain?
At eight in the morning on a week day the Second Cup was as full as any other coffee shop in the city. Tony joined the line at the counter, weighing his options and glancing out the big front window now and again, hoping the rain wasn't going to start before he got to work.
He wasn't in the mood to arrive at his temp job all soggy, but as the lady in front of him ordered her vanilla mocha and moved to the side, he heard a crack of thunder and then the whoosh of a sudden, hard rain. "Damn," he said under his breath, looking at the window as it became streaked with water.
"Can I help you, sir?"
Tony sighed and nodded. "Morning, Jenny." He found a smile for the girl at the counter and she focused on his face, smiling back. "The usual, I guess." It was always the same, even if he did spend his time in line debating other flavors.
"You got it," she said, punching a few keys on the register. She took his money and passed him the change, then made sure that his order was getting extra whipped cream. "You might want to grab a table and wait this out," she added as he stepped aside.
"You know it," he agreed, getting three sugars to add to his hot chocolate. Sadly, it didn't look like there were many to be had. He kept watch, picked up his drink when it was put in front of him, and finally went to a table with an empty chair and a familiar face. "Do you mind if I sit with you a bit?" he asked, knowing that the man was a morning regular like himself.
Thick lashes rose, revealing warm brown eyes, and the guy closed the book he was reading and nodded. "Go ahead. It's really coming down, isn't it?"
"It's a mess," Tony agreed, sitting down. "I hope it lets up soon; I don't want to be late any more than I want to be soaked, you know?"