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The Mirror of the King by Edoardo Brotto

It was busier at Bean Shack than Alec could remember. Ze’d always been a regular customer, though ze had always taken a corner seat by the window and observed rather than engaged. With a serious sweet tooth, Alec was slowly making hir way through the hot chocolate section of the menu each time ze visited - a caramel and cream hir choice of the day and with gentle thunder rolling outside, ze settled back with hir sketchpad to put pencil to paper.

Admittedly, the barista with the many piercings had always fascinated hir. Well, there would be no harm in using this person as hir subject; ze supposed they’d be far too busy dealing with customers to notice hir stealing just enough glances to sketch a few portraits.

© SHHNOUIS