Tattoos and Coffee Beans // Phan
"Hello Phil! How are you?"
"I'm doing pretty good." he mumbled, looking up at me with a glum expression. My smile faltered a bit. Why did he seem so sad?
His hand was resting on the counter in front of me. I hesitantly placed my own on top and made eye contact once again. "You okay dear?"
He blushed redder and smiled slightly. "Yeah, don't worry about it."
"But I worry about everything!" I replied, removing my hand and resting my head on my closed fists.
"There's no need to worry about me, sunshine." Phil looked down at his feet, hurt hidden deep behind his eyes and the blush replaced with pale skin once again. "I've been through enough to get through on my own."
**enjoy**