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[LOG] Blood and coffee.
Some people spend their Thursdays down at the Zephyr. Other people spend it in the reigning little coffee shop in town. Starbucks be damned, this place isn't letting you take over. It's cozy and comfortable, dimly lit with ambient sort of music being piped through. No obnoxious hipster rock or loudly chatting people here. Just quiet relaxation and the tikka-tikka of laptop keyboards.
Poe is seated in a booth, somewhat selfishly claiming the entire thing despite her being so small. Papers are scattered about and she seems to be reading through some as she sips at a coffee. A half-eaten pastry sits nearby, waiting to be completely devoured.
With a ring-ding, the front door opens and a few people enter in. One of those people is Caine, looking more alert than he usually does in school. Maybe he's just a night owl. He heads for the counter and takes his place in line as he skims over the menu. Coffee, fancy coffee, baked goods. Hmm. What to get? He makes sure he has his wallet then goes for his cell phone to check his messages.
Poe looks up when the bell rings, always observant and curious to see who enters. Squinting in the dim light, she realizes she knows that person! Caine, if she recalls correctly and she does because it's such a Bible name. Caine and Abel, etcera. While she's interested in talking to him again (also, he's good looking, so that's no a bad thing either), she waits to see if he's planning on sticking around first. She doesn't want to keep someone from whatever evening activities they might have planned.
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Poe is seated in a booth, somewhat selfishly claiming the entire thing despite her being so small. Papers are scattered about and she seems to be reading through some as she sips at a coffee. A half-eaten pastry sits nearby, waiting to be completely devoured.
With a ring-ding, the front door opens and a few people enter in. One of those people is Caine, looking more alert than he usually does in school. Maybe he's just a night owl. He heads for the counter and takes his place in line as he skims over the menu. Coffee, fancy coffee, baked goods. Hmm. What to get? He makes sure he has his wallet then goes for his cell phone to check his messages.
Poe looks up when the bell rings, always observant and curious to see who enters. Squinting in the dim light, she realizes she knows that person! Caine, if she recalls correctly and she does because it's such a Bible name. Caine and Abel, etcera. While she's interested in talking to him again (also, he's good looking, so that's no a bad thing either), she waits to see if he's planning on sticking around first. She doesn't want to keep someone from whatever evening activities they might have planned.
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