Who: Bill and Mystique What: Coffee and calmings Where: Bill's cafe Warnings: Potential sweary, but that's it. Bill had only had to make a few adjustments to the cafe that he'd been lucky enough to fall into place of owning; it was far too modern and snobbish for his liking, so he made it more comfortable and homey, with a small corner of the shop turned into a reading nook with several "take and leave" bookshelves that worked more on the honor code than anything. All the books in there were deeply involving fiction books that he'd personally enjoyed, several of which were fantastically well-loved printings that had seen better days. The newer editions were ones he had to settle for buying new, since he couldn't seem to find the books themselves.
And although Bill was the owner, and had plenty of employees to help, during the afternoon when the sun had started sinking below the barely-windowed west side of the building, he left his loft above it to work the counter and espresso machine, feeling out the crowd of patrons and seeing who was bound to become a regular.
However, it was obvious he was waiting for a very specific few people. One in particular was a young lady he hadn't the heart to tell he knew from another place and time. Of course, she seemed much younger now than she did when she knew him, but that didn't mean anything. Mystique was able to be any age she wanted to be. Except mentally. There was one thing that even the most deft of shape-changers couldn't hide, and it was the newness of youth.