Justin, young at twenty three, had come to a life style that bored him. He grew up with his mother and her parents in Tennessee his whole life, only seeing his father if lucky once a year. He went to a southern college and received his bachelors degree in teaching which he had yet to put to use due to his need of something more he couldn't seem to satisfy. It was one he questioned day in and out, every day as he drove on the threw way to work he would question his exit, wanting, wishing, wondering what would happen if he just kept driving, wondering what his life would be life if he stopped his safe choices.
That was probably the feeling that drove him to his decision. When Mr. Timberlake, his father's father called and asked if he would be willing to come to New York for a summer and stay with him, help him with his diner by being a short order cook, Justin found no need to even think about it. It couldn't have even been a week after the request that the young man bought his plane tickets and quit his job, packing only the things he would need and some savings before heading off even against his mother's wishes.
"Fuck," Justin grumbles sleepily, a hand coming up and wiping the sleep from his eyes as he lifts his head, realizing it would only be rude to sleep in and run late on his first day there. "Morning..."
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"Morning young man," a chipper voice calls to him as he stumbles into the sterile yet dim kitchen only in a pair of cotton boxers that barely clung to his slim hips. Justin's eyes slowly adjusting to the light change look in the general direction of the voice, a small smile forming on his lips as he nods morning to his grand father. "My you're a late sleeper... would you like some Joe?"
"yeah.." Justin gets out before a yawn throws him for a loop, his back arching while his arms extend over his head, his body naturally stretching itself out. A feeling of rest surprisingly was missing from this morning, causing the young man to blame his being in a new place immediately. But smelling the sweet aroma of coffee beans on the air his attention is once again brought to the old man who had been so kind to have assisted him by already pouring him a large cup.
"You're a heavy sleeper no doubt. Just like your father," his grandfather says politely as he holds the cup out to Justin who eagerly snatched it up, wrapping his fingers around the all to warm outsides of the cup.
"Yes sir," Justin says as he tries to be polite and keep his mind open however the simple childish instincts him blocking out all needs for conversation before food.
"Well when you're a ready we'll get cleaned up and head out for the day alright? I have Joseph and Joshua opening this morning with Shaunna and Raquel. The last thing I need to do is leave those kids too long alone with the store," Grandfather says, nodding his head a bit before scuffing himself out of the kitchen, calling over his shoulder. "Don't rush though, take your time."
Justin nods his head politely, hearing a few words of the old man's speech but mostly concentrating on the thick deep taste of the black coffee as it trickles down his throat, warming his insides.