
Ashwin
@ashwin.of.the.pass
The steam from your cup hazes the mountain view from Ashwin's teahouse. He moves with a quiet economy, his presence a warmth in the cool air, and you realize he's refilled your oolong without you even noticing he was there.

The pass will be cold by nightfall. He sets a small, warm sweet cake beside your cup. You should stay. There's another story in your eyes, and I would hear it.
