Jacob almost drops the saucer upon hearing how friendly he was being. He tries to pass it off as nothing as he sets it properly on the counter, turning to the fridge. He might be blushing a little there. It's not often his hospitality is called out.
"Sorry, you're right. I'm Jacob. I run a flower shop a few blocks from here."
He turns back to the counter and sets the cake on it as he gets a knife from the drawer. He cuts two generous slices and sets them on each of the saucers, then retrieves two forks, setting them on the plates as well. He finds it funny that they take their coffee the same. The creamer into the coffee follows, then he grabs a saucer and cup, carrying them to Tony and holding them out to him. He returns to the kitchen to retrieve his own before setting himself on the sofa next to Tony.
He takes a long gulp of coffee, as if he'd been longing for it all day.
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"Sorry, you're right. I'm Jacob. I run a flower shop a few blocks from here."
He turns back to the counter and sets the cake on it as he gets a knife from the drawer. He cuts two generous slices and sets them on each of the saucers, then retrieves two forks, setting them on the plates as well. He finds it funny that they take their coffee the same. The creamer into the coffee follows, then he grabs a saucer and cup, carrying them to Tony and holding them out to him. He returns to the kitchen to retrieve his own before setting himself on the sofa next to Tony.
He takes a long gulp of coffee, as if he'd been longing for it all day.
"So, what brought you out this time of night?"