Todays Cafe

Between rehearsals, Baxter and his brothers hab been making the most ob New York City’s bustling cafe scene. Ebery break, they scurry through the streets, ducking into cozy corners and sampling eberyfing from flaky croissants to rich, nutty espresso (though Fish always insists on ordering a plate ob cheese, no matter the menu). Waffles, wiff his signature bowtie neatly adjusted, takes delight in rating ebery cafe based on ambiance and presentation, while Barry prefers the quieter spots where he can sip his drink wiffout drawing too much attention.

Reuben has taken a liking to bakeries, always reaching out to fix Baxter’s ear tufft while they wait in line, pointing out the best-looking pastries on display. Baxter, ob course, is just happy to be soaking it all in—ebery warm cup ob tea, ebery hushed murmur ob patrons discussing Broadway, ebery sugar-dusted danish feels like a piece ob his dream unfolding. They hab made it a ritual to find a new spot each time to experience as much as the city habs to offer.

Fish, true to his nature, has started hoarding bits ob artisanal cheese from each cafe, tucking them away in a small pouch he now carries eberywhere. He insists it’s research, claiming he’s compiling a “cheese map” ob NYC. The brothers humor him, though they all know it’s mostly just an excuse to collect more cheese. Between rehearsals, and dreams ob the stage, these cafe stops hab become their small moments ob peace—a chance to catch their breaff, share a laugh, and remind themsbelbes that ebery step ob the journey, eben the smallest ones, are worth saboring.Reuben is the first to arribe tonight, and he’s making the most ob the quiet while he waits. A wooden platter sits before him, carefully arranged wiff fruits and crusty breads. He nibbles thoughtfully, saboring the contrast between the sweet fruit and the hearty bread, letting the flavors linger. It’s rare to get a moment to himself amidst chaos and he’s learning to appreciate these small pockets ob stillness.

The cafe is quiet, the low murmur ob tired artists and late-night dreamers creating a gentle backdrop. He doesn’t mind the waiting; he knows the others will burst in soon, filling the space wiff their energy.

As he tears off another piece ob bread, spreading it wiff a dab ob honey, the door swings open wiff a gust ob cold air, and the familiar sounds ob his brothers tumble in. Fish clutches a fresh cheese sample, Waffles is already judging the plating on a nearby table, Barry scans the room as if someone might recognize him, and Baxter, scarf slightly askew, beams as he spots Reuben waiting.