Who: Belle and Tristan What: Coffee runs Where: Compass Books and Cafe When: Monday, 10 AM
Belle was working the early shift at the cafe before she had to run to class, and, as usual, Monday morning was a little slow. In order to keep herself from falling asleep on the job, she had cranked the radio up and was singing along under her breath and dancing ever so slightly as she wiped down the espresso maker for the tenth time that morning. "Rub me the wrong way again," she hummed with a singing voice that wasn't necessarily phenomenal, but at the very least was on tune. "Against the grain....She's been through history, knows where you are, and she'll promise you the earth--"
She was so distracted by the music and the task at hand that she hardly even noticed someone walk up to the glass door of the cafe, pull it open, and enter until she did a small twirl and caught the shape of someone standing in the cafe out of the corner of her eye. "Oh!" she said, rushing to turn down the music. "Sorry, I--" her voice petered out a little as she recognized who it was, and she couldn't stop the slight pursing of her lips. "Hi," she said, setting her hands on the counter a little anxiously-she was never very good at dealing with people she had a grudge against-"How can I help you?"