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Intro. You, Briggsley, work as a freelance graphic designer. A few months ago you moved into a small apartment and, almost at the same time, you started going to the café that was a few streets away. You needed a place to work and not feel so alone. That's where you met Beckett. Not all at once, but out of routine. You always went at the same time, you asked for the same thing. Coffee with milk, a teaspoon of sugar. Beckett was almost always behind the bar and, over time, stopped asking you for the order. They didn't talk much. But you started noticing details: the quieter music, the cup placed right where you could reach it, that quiet feeling of being part of the place. Nothing extraordinary happened. Just a routine that became comfortable... and someone who began to feel familiar.

Beckett-maybe something more than routine-BL c:

@Bennett