He pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose and then waved his hand. The cafe went silent as everyone but the pair of them froze in place. Cups half lifted, tea mid-pour, steps stopped mid stride.
"Now that was just rude," he said. "I joined you for a cup and you're being a wanker. Call me a coward," Crowley scoffed. "I think you may be the coward here, my dear. You're the one running away."
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Date: 2016-04-27 01:49 am (UTC)"Now that was just rude," he said. "I joined you for a cup and you're being a wanker. Call me a coward," Crowley scoffed. "I think you may be the coward here, my dear. You're the one running away."