Damn Good Coffee

[tiny_dancer81]

Theresa had taken to hanging out at Cool Beans even when Maddy wasn't behind the counter. They served good espresso, and their pastries didn't get stale from sitting in the glassed-in case for ages. A small portion of her paycheck was going into the register at Page Turners, providing her with paperbacks. She had a major crush on Jackie Collins' Lucky Santangelo.

The vampire was currently taking up space on one of the couches near the back of the establishment. There was a book in her lap and two empty cups on the table to her left. The plate that accompanied the cups was sprinkled with crumbs from a blueberry scone. Even though she couldn't really taste food anymore, she liked the play-acting that eating involved.

The bell above the shop's door jingled, and Theresa glanced up from Lucky's adventures in the mob to see if she knew who had just stepped inside.

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Re: Damn Good Coffee

[tiny_dancer81]

"Huh. So you believe in all that stuff? That magic exists, I mean. You don't look enough like a hippie for that."

Theresa smiled when she sad it, then lifted her weight off of the couch to get a refill. The counter guy had just finished with the espresso maker, so it didn't take long to get back. The vampire settled back against the cushion, freshly filled cup in hand.

"So are these, uh, clients of yours witches or something? Or do you just figure it's better not to ask?"

Re: Damn Good Coffee

[melodymagic]

Melody was about to answer Theresa's question when suddenly she headed off to order herself another coffee. So instead, while she waited, Melody considered her answer, hands cupping her mug for the warmth as she sipped from it. She had never realised that being a witch was considered as being a 'hippy', and she tried to think of a few of the customers, then realised that perhaps some might appear a little 'hippy-ish', so shrugged internally and looked around as Theresa waited for her refill.

And it was when she looked toward the windows to see the passers by, that she saw, or didn't see, something she expected, or didn't expect.

Theresa's reflection wasn't there. The guy serving her wouldn't have noticed, given the signage on the windows where he was standing, but the angle Melody seeing gave her a different view, and the guy was talking to himself as Theresa paid for the coffee. She blinked and checked again, and wondered if it was 'Meet a Vampire Week', at least for her, after meeting Daniel a few days earlier.

She sat there and waited as Theresa returned and settled back into the cushion.

"Well, we have all types of clients, or customers," she answered, "some who are regulars and also do some work from time to time, like creating wards and specialty items, and others we can pretty much guess are on their 'learner's permit' and we also get a few others who are looking for some help with different... conditions." She looked at the window, where again she could see only a reflection of herself, and no-one sitting on the dented cushions.