Lucas and James went to a simple café to have their breakfast. When the two walked in, it was inevitable that they would end up drawing people's gazes. They were very eye-catching, and they stood out from the crowd.
The line was too long, so they did not queue up but instead found a seat by the window to wait for the breakfast rush hour to reduce. James rested his chin on his hand, his face tilting a bit, the hair that had come loose from roughly tying up his bun framing his face.
Lucas wanted to say something when he saw how his brother's aesthetics were so easy on the eyes. But he knew he would get a beating for it so he kept quiet, so looked around him noticing that they had managed to gather quite a lot of attention.
"How's work?" Lucas asked after a few minutes of comfortable silence.
