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 Wylie hadn't really been thinking about going out and doing anything today. He wasn't feeling that interesting. In fact, he was hoping for a mellow day, which is what he should have thought of before he decided to dress in his all out punk outfit, completely with done up mohawk and Chuck Taylors. That wasn't an uncommon outfit for him, but on occasion he liked to look more normal, especially when all he wanted was a good cup of coffee.

And cue more things that made this outing not normal. As he turned away from the counter, picking up his coffee, he saw a very, very familiar face sitting in the corner. Without hesitation he walked over, pulled out the chair, spun it around and sat with his legs straddling it, the back of the chair in front of him. "Hey," he smiled that devilishly charming look.

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Going to the coffee shop was usually an excuse for Johnny to try and do some reading. He had no idea why he couldn't read at home. Apparently it just seemed to go hand in hand with a coffee, and so most of the time he stayed in the shop to finish it. It was also an excuse to get out of his house when he wasn't working, the bar tender trying to occasionally remind himself what daylight was.

He looked up at the noise of the chair shifting, and that voice. It was a very, very familiar voice that sent a shiver rolling down his spine as he subconsciously flicked his tongue over his lips. "Hey," Johnny replied, his gaze looking over Wylie from his mohawk to the Chuck Taylors. "Wow... Almost don't recognise you with clothes on."