Would you like wipped cream with that? (Dante)

[marina]

The night shift. It blew chunks the way nothing else did. Grumpy patrons, self entitled rich kids and oh yeah a vampire that could walk in the door at any moment. Fun stuff really. It always made for her wishing she was any place but here. Heck she had this job more out of protest for her independence really, she had to show Damien she wasn't some weak little girl who would faint at the first sign of trouble. Trouble was that he had a weird sense of humor.

Mari,

I think your barista outfit is hot. You might want to check your drawer though. The last person on shift tried to steal out of it. I ate them so its not going to be a problem any more, just be sure to make my pumpkin spice latte with cinnamon. I like it that way. I mean its not like you NEED the money after all. I mean when was the last time you even SAW a bill? Oh yeah I'm paying for all that. How macho of me. You can thank me later.

BTW I like the color streak in your hair its sexy.

Love and hickies,

Damien

"Fuck you, Damien fuck you." she muttered well out of the range of others as she grabbed the note that was on the register for her. Freaky stalker dude. He'd probably park his ass in a seat and watch her all night. Just what she needed right?

[dante]

One thing good about this small town was the Expresso Pump, it was a local coffee shop. Not a name brand like Starbucks or a Biggby's Coffee, but the young girl there also made the best Lattes he had had in awhile. So at around Midnight he headed for one of his favorite snacks(next to blood of course) as he entered the building, he wasn't surprised to find it barely occupied.

Dante walked smoothly up to the counter and instead of the barista looking chipper as she always was(which sometimes annoyed him) She looked upset, he wasn't one to care. Dante was vampire, he killed and tortured people for the fun of it. But, she did make the best lattes, and well, it was his new favorite drink of choice. "One Latte, no Whip Cream." Dante said as he gave her a charming smile. One that would get any woman falling at his feet, though he had no current intention of killing her, it still was a good idea to charm the woman.

[marina]

Blinking as she realized someone was there she flushed and nodded, "One latte coming up." she said as she carefully mixed the right proportions of coffee and milk. She could even do a little design on the top of the foam of the drink. Hey everyone had to have some kind of skill didn't they? Focusing on the drink allowed her to forget about Damien. The letter was resting on the serving area and as she set the drink down carefully it fell at Dante's feet, "Oh I'm sorry. My letter fell." she said as she moved from behind the counter to retrieve it.

Pushing her glasses up on her nose she blushed and went to retrieve the piece of paper with the red wax seal that she broke to read the note. She felt a cold brush against the back of her neck and she turned her head slightly. Shifting slightly she shook her head, "Silly drafts." she walked over to the door. Her cane in her hand as she moved with her limp as best she could. It didn't work well given the arthritis kicking in with the winter weather but hey who did she have to impress? Damien? Picking up a few discarded cups she tossed them into the trash receptacle then washed her hands in preparation of wiping the tables down. She made her way back behind the counter and grabbed up the cleaning bucket and wash rags.