Round tables. Black leather upholstery. Gleaming oak stairs. Clover lost track of how much time she spent staring into the little cafe. If it weren’t for the few customers that came and went, she would have glued herself to the front door and its fingerprint-free window. Instead, she forced herself to follow after those customers and enter the light flow of traffic into the dimly lit cafe.
Nothing described the scent of coffee hanging in the air or the hum of the machines producing the liquid. Clover needed coffee as much as she needed the blood in her veins. She had ditched her sister to go to the little cafe, leaving the younger woman to explore a flower shop. Clover had not been the only one in her family to enjoy a decent cup of coffee, but then her mother had a heart attack and her father--she turned her head away from the three stairs that led to the upper portion of the shop. The bar near the front of the shop had open seats, stools that welcomed the loners.
Clover normally took those types of seats. She never thought about what people thought of her or what the world in general thought of her, not when she enjoyed herself. She had other things on her mind. At that moment, she wanted something more than the forgotten stools at the front of the store. She wanted to watch the coffee being made. She wanted a big turkey sandwich with a healthy dose of cheese, bacon, lettuce, and mayo. She wanted greasy potato chips.
The woman adjusted the strap of her laptop satchel and turned back toward the three oak stairs. When another customer entered and ascended the stairs, Clover followed. She passed a couple of potted plants, fake or real, and took one of two tables for her own. No one had a right to share her table, not with the way she dominated the tabletop and position the remaining two chairs. She crammed one chair into the corner and propped her boot-clad feet onto the other chair.
“What can I get you today?” The barista didn’t have to move from behind the bar, nor did the man have to shout. He looked happy enough, though not thrilled, to be working in the cafe. He had smudges all along his apron and his hair had dabs of whipped cream and a spot of caramel.
“Black coffee. And can I get a turkey sandwich with no tomato? Oh, and a bag of chips. Greasy chips.” She looked away when she spoke, more focused on freeing her laptop from her bag and plugging the cord into the wall outlet. All around the shop, there were others just like her, but the other laptop lovers had more important things to do than play card games and board games with people seven-hundred miles away.
Coffee Grounds [mayhem]
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“Now class, that’s it for today, I expect you to finish your reports by the end of the next two weeks -don’t be lazy, I’m going easy on you compared to the real world,” the professor’s voice rang over the groans and whines of Jayden’s college class-mates.
He licked his lips, feeling a bit hungry, a bit parched -but not for the red liquid that made a good amount of the town’s citizen’s diets. He wanted drink and food. He wanted substance. He wanted something he could drink without the need for fangs, he wanted something he could bite into and actually chew -he wanted coffee, he wanted a sandwhich and onion rings. He wanted his coffee black and strong, he wanted donuts and chips to go with his sandwhich and onion rings.
If you looked at the boy’s scrawny appearance, you’d never believe he could eat as much as he does, but he has had these eating habits since he was alive, his metabolism made it hard for him to gain weight, and he certainly was never strong enough to gain the weight muscle brought. He was scrawny, someone you could easily put into a cabinet or other small space, but his appetite was that of an endless pit.
He packed up his laptop and other class-room supplies, stuffing them into his bag -of course the laptop got it’s own bag all to itself minus the other electronics. One bag was slung over his shoulder, the loop going around his arm so his hand wouldn’t have to hold on. The other was tucked under his arm. He went up to talk to his professor -much to the man’s dismay, Jayden always asked too many questions for his taste. As much as it filled him with joy to see a student so interactive and eager to learn, Jayden’s need to know everything could be a bit grating to the old man’s nerves.
The professor finally managed to chase Jayden off with the excuse of having a lot of work to do -both of them. But Jayden wasn’t quite ready to go home. Lil was probably with her Fiance and knowing his luck, he’d go home and find Damian there, they’d end up bickering, and he’d end up running away to hide out anyways. So he wasn’t going home, not quite yet. He was going to satisfy his hunger and thirst -he was going to go to that cool looking cafe he liked.
La bete du Gevaudan Cafe in Honeymead Market. It had an awesome theme, an awesome feel to it. And it was generally calm. from what he’d seen of it the times he’d went in. He walked in through the door, going straight to the bar to make his order, “Hey, yeah, I want---”
He was cut off by the man, “Black Coffee, BLT Sandwhich, Onion Rings, Donuts, and a package of Cheese Puffs.”
Jayden grinned, sheepishly. He’d obviously been here too much. He handed over the cash to the man before he was shooed to go find a seat -they’d bring his food and coffee out when he was done. He turned and looked around the the cafe, enjoying the sight of it -something he’d never get sick of. He started walking to a table when he was cut off by a bunch of teenagers trying to seem all big by mucking up the cafe. He made a grumble of words which only received the finger and a couple of intimidating glares from the bigger guys. He glanced at the other table near by, with a single woman in it. He walked over and snagged the seat her feet were in and yanked it back to make her feet slide off it before he put it back and sat himself in it, “Hi.”
Was all she got, no sorry, no may I sit here. Just a high, as she got his laptop out and started work on an excessively long report for his Business Class while multi-tasking an equally long one for his Media class.
He licked his lips, feeling a bit hungry, a bit parched -but not for the red liquid that made a good amount of the town’s citizen’s diets. He wanted drink and food. He wanted substance. He wanted something he could drink without the need for fangs, he wanted something he could bite into and actually chew -he wanted coffee, he wanted a sandwhich and onion rings. He wanted his coffee black and strong, he wanted donuts and chips to go with his sandwhich and onion rings.
If you looked at the boy’s scrawny appearance, you’d never believe he could eat as much as he does, but he has had these eating habits since he was alive, his metabolism made it hard for him to gain weight, and he certainly was never strong enough to gain the weight muscle brought. He was scrawny, someone you could easily put into a cabinet or other small space, but his appetite was that of an endless pit.
He packed up his laptop and other class-room supplies, stuffing them into his bag -of course the laptop got it’s own bag all to itself minus the other electronics. One bag was slung over his shoulder, the loop going around his arm so his hand wouldn’t have to hold on. The other was tucked under his arm. He went up to talk to his professor -much to the man’s dismay, Jayden always asked too many questions for his taste. As much as it filled him with joy to see a student so interactive and eager to learn, Jayden’s need to know everything could be a bit grating to the old man’s nerves.
The professor finally managed to chase Jayden off with the excuse of having a lot of work to do -both of them. But Jayden wasn’t quite ready to go home. Lil was probably with her Fiance and knowing his luck, he’d go home and find Damian there, they’d end up bickering, and he’d end up running away to hide out anyways. So he wasn’t going home, not quite yet. He was going to satisfy his hunger and thirst -he was going to go to that cool looking cafe he liked.
La bete du Gevaudan Cafe in Honeymead Market. It had an awesome theme, an awesome feel to it. And it was generally calm. from what he’d seen of it the times he’d went in. He walked in through the door, going straight to the bar to make his order, “Hey, yeah, I want---”
He was cut off by the man, “Black Coffee, BLT Sandwhich, Onion Rings, Donuts, and a package of Cheese Puffs.”
Jayden grinned, sheepishly. He’d obviously been here too much. He handed over the cash to the man before he was shooed to go find a seat -they’d bring his food and coffee out when he was done. He turned and looked around the the cafe, enjoying the sight of it -something he’d never get sick of. He started walking to a table when he was cut off by a bunch of teenagers trying to seem all big by mucking up the cafe. He made a grumble of words which only received the finger and a couple of intimidating glares from the bigger guys. He glanced at the other table near by, with a single woman in it. He walked over and snagged the seat her feet were in and yanked it back to make her feet slide off it before he put it back and sat himself in it, “Hi.”
Was all she got, no sorry, no may I sit here. Just a high, as she got his laptop out and started work on an excessively long report for his Business Class while multi-tasking an equally long one for his Media class.
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