Chapter VI
Prompt: Leisure
Sometimes on a lazy and uneventful Sunday, the coffee pot at Headquarters would be filled to the brim, on the brink of overflowing. Nat was awake as soon as the sun came up, and she prepared it when no one else was around. She'd eat in silence, reveling in the soft songs of the birds outside, and feeling a soft warmth overcome her when the sun reached its peak and shined down on her. Clint came half an hour later, pulling up a chair beside her. He rested his legs up on the table, almost feeling like an outlaw as some coffee dribbled down his chin.
He almost choked.