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Mar. 8th, 2012 02:12 amIanto really was not sure exactly what had made him decide to open up the coffee shop. The travel agency front had never been his idea, and this was something he was actually good at, unlike the few attempts at intentionally discouraging people from brochure perusing at the other 'shop'. If he was going to sit around in any form of store, better it be one he actually could get some form of accomplishment or enjoyment from.
He had just finished setting everything up, and made a cup of industrial strength coffee, just the way Jack liked it, for when the immortal man cam back into the coffee shop. The young Welshman was leaning as casually as he could on the counter of his brand new barista, watching the seconds tick by on his stopwatch and the steam rise from Jack's coffee cup.
What he had just offered, however indirectly, had brought a faint flush to his cheeks and a thrill in his chest that only two people had ever managed to bring out in him. He had slanted the heavy blinds shut and locked up the door, now all he needed was to wait for Jack to come up through the 'employee's only' door that led to the storage room and on into Torchwood: New Moore.
He had just finished setting everything up, and made a cup of industrial strength coffee, just the way Jack liked it, for when the immortal man cam back into the coffee shop. The young Welshman was leaning as casually as he could on the counter of his brand new barista, watching the seconds tick by on his stopwatch and the steam rise from Jack's coffee cup.
What he had just offered, however indirectly, had brought a faint flush to his cheeks and a thrill in his chest that only two people had ever managed to bring out in him. He had slanted the heavy blinds shut and locked up the door, now all he needed was to wait for Jack to come up through the 'employee's only' door that led to the storage room and on into Torchwood: New Moore.
