coffee™ [sambucky]

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his blue eyes crinkled when he smiled, showing age and tiredness. the book is ruined, he doesn't finish it; the man stays on his mind.

'my name is sam, you?'

he goes to the cafe again, in hopes to see the man who made his book smell of strong coffee and smudged the ink.

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the book is new, smooth, it's crisp and clean. a gift for the man who lives in shades of blue. he waits for the man, this time his coffee his away from the book: the new pages safely covered by brown hands and a layer of yesterdays newspaper.

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sam.

sam is here, he sees him as sam stands, he walks in quick strides, eager.

'for you, bucky'

he's surprised,

'thank you.'

eye's filled with tears he didn't know he had.

hold them in, don't cause a scene.

'so, what's the book about?'

glossy eyes meet with chocolate eyes, soft and warm, welcoming. next to each other they share the seat, close together; chills on skin.

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