[For Eli]

[doctorprescott]

Michael had the remains of a croissant on a plate in front of him, the paper he'd been intending to read next to the plate, and his phone on top of that. In his left hand, he still held the coffee he'd ordered, but it was hovering just shy of his mouth.

He was staring at his phone like it was a rattling snake rather than drinking his coffee and seriously kicking himself for giving the number to this particular new mother. After the first two calls he'd let her go to voicemail, to no effect, she'd just called back after leaving the message to make sure the message went through.

When five full minutes passed without it ringing, he decided to brave a sip of desperately needed coffee.

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[elidixon]

His morning routine is slightly overhauled this morning. Due to his arm, he nixes his normal morning run at the docks. So he has an extra hour to spare because he didn't bother to reset his alarm. Instead, he wakes at his regular time and starts his day. That's why he's in Quill earlier than usual. The change has thinned the crowd some and presented a whole different set of faces than he is used to seeing. Except the crew behind the counter. They greet Eli with big smiles and sighs of relief that he's okay after the island. They even give him his normal pecan cinnamon roll on the house. He pays for a iced coffee then goes to find a seat.

Spotting Michael is fairly fast. He is sitting at the table beside the one Eli usually picks. Except when Eli comes at his normal time that table is always empty, with the exception of sometimes a stray newspaper. From the way Michael has everything arranged neatly, he would guess he's a regular too.

Michael doesn't see Eli right away, but he takes a chance and grabs the opppsite chair. "Hey! So we meet again."