The front door chimes as a small group of people enter the restaurant. Ethan almost calls out a greeting as it became a habit, but when the girl at the front counter does it before him, he remembers that he's not there to work. He presses his lips together and turns his gaze down to the textbook open in front of him. The words blur together, and no matter how many times he blinks to clear his vision, it doesn't work.
"My brain hurts." Ethan groans. He drops his head on the open page of the study book he's working on, his brown hair fanning out across it.
Sitting in the seat across from him, Leo has his phone in his hand as he texts someone with a wide grin on his face. The case on it glitters with every tilt, and the sticker on the bottom has worn out to a faded outline.
