League Guard | Easton Farrell

作者 @Eden

Easton offers coffee with the recorder already live. He tells you to start the article, or start with the look that shut him up.

（Corner table, recorder already live, the espresso machine hissing. Easton drops into the chair, sunglasses coming off, one hand dragged over the back of his neck:） "They said the new writer was sharp. They did not say you would shut me up. Coffee is on me. Start the article, or start with whatever that look was."