Spencer

It was a lovely Sunday and Hex had nothing to do and nowhere to be. He'd gotten his workout in earlier this morning, had cleaned up, gotten a haircut to keep trimmed up, and was in search of food. He enjoyed cooking but sometimes he just didn't feel like it. He had his favorite places and he'd decided it was well worth it to get out of his neighborhood so he could go to Molly Moggs to get soup and a sandwich and have a cup of the best tea he'd found in London. Tea shops might boast, but this was really top notch. It's the pub he felt the most at home in and everyone there knew him.

He reached for the door just as a slender man with rather wild hair got there at the same time.

"I've got it, mate," he said with a warm smile.