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I am waiting at the counter for the man to pour the coffee
Who: Raphael and Cameron
Where: Some fancy coffee place
When: Mid-morning
It was by complete chance that out of all the coffee places in all of Scarlet Oak, Raphael had walked into the very one where a celebrity of sorts sat drinking his coffee. And what an interesting celebrity it was. Cameron Calvert, face and heart of the anti-supernatural movement. Pretty, so very pretty, to boot. And Raphael, after the strange week they had all had, was up for some real fun.
After getting his coffee, Raphael eyed the man, licking his lips. Only then did he approach, smile well in place. "Excuse me, Mr. Calvert?" He said, placing his coffee on the table. With this one, Raphael thought it might be best to stroke his ego before attempting to stroke anything else. If, indeed, that sphere of fun could be had. If not, there were always others. "I just wanted to say what a fan of yours I am. I think you are doing great work."
Where: Some fancy coffee place
When: Mid-morning
It was by complete chance that out of all the coffee places in all of Scarlet Oak, Raphael had walked into the very one where a celebrity of sorts sat drinking his coffee. And what an interesting celebrity it was. Cameron Calvert, face and heart of the anti-supernatural movement. Pretty, so very pretty, to boot. And Raphael, after the strange week they had all had, was up for some real fun.
After getting his coffee, Raphael eyed the man, licking his lips. Only then did he approach, smile well in place. "Excuse me, Mr. Calvert?" He said, placing his coffee on the table. With this one, Raphael thought it might be best to stroke his ego before attempting to stroke anything else. If, indeed, that sphere of fun could be had. If not, there were always others. "I just wanted to say what a fan of yours I am. I think you are doing great work."