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The day was crawling by at the speed of a sloth. Exhaustion aching in his bones. The thin but annoyingly rough texture of the standard uniform clinging to him along with grime and sweat.
Another person stepped up to the counter, ordering drinks and confectionery tersely. As soon as the patron left, Dream could feel the gaze of a British boy on him.
Dream made his way to out from behind the counter towards the boy who still had his eyes trained on him.
"tired?"
"tired" he immediately replied before collapsing onto the plush seat next to George.
George took dream's arm, wrapping himself around it in an almost protective way. It warmed dream up in the prickling heat but he was content.
They sat like this for a few minutes, taking in the atmosphere. The smell of cinnamon rolls and coffee wafted through the air accompanied by the cacophony of hushed conversations and the clattering of cutlery.
"ding" the bell above the entrance rang as another person entered, making their way to counter. Dream sighed before both boys untangled themselves from each other, making his way towards the counter.
He's so glad George is there.