I’d be singing through breakfast with these two coffee mugs. HA!
Yes, had this face many a time.
I would die laughing if I got this. Extra milk? LOL. ~RB~
Sunny the Nurse takes her new found friend home for tea, unaware that he is actually one of the city’s most feared Ghouls. He is a killer…a cannibal. Will he want more than just Sunny’s hot pockets? Read on….
Scene setting – Sunny’s apartment – Tokyo Ghoul
Written with Fu.
” Wolf huh? . . . I see. Alpha’s been spotted. ”
– Tenkai would say to himself in a quite tone as he followed her towards her building. They kept moving along the pathway towards the residential district and hopefully closer to her building , she was lucky to have given him information , he didn’t seem to have any need to make her into food so he instead kept his silence until she gave him a question in which needed a response. Sunny would eventually react to the curfew in a hasty motion showing it was time for her to go home but Tenkai didn’t react, he just thought of it as game time. Tonight however it seems like he’ll be taking it easy and so he would find himself asked about hot pockets while being tugged –
” Sure I suppose I like hot pockets ”
– Only if they were filled with human organs that is. –
Razorbackwriter: Thankfully, Sunny’s apartment block was not very far when the sirens started to sound. It only took two minutes to find themselves in the foyer and then another three flights of stairs to reach her little abode. Gloria, her roomie thankfully was already on her shift at the hospital, so it would just be Tenkai and Sunny sharing a meal.
Entering the small apartment, it was quite clear to see that it was decorated mainly by Sunny. The walls were adorned with cutsie pictures of rainbows and unicorns. She had a stuffed animal collection that covered two walls and it was going to be hard just to find a seat. In one corner however you could see Gloria’s part. It had pictures of almost naked men, and a few nasty toys on display. Talk about complete opposites.
Sunny skipped into the kitchen and started to rummage through the freezer for some tasty hot pockets. Always so easy as a meal when you had little else. No one was going to be delivering take out when the curfew was on – this was why Sunny was picking up the ingredients, to try and beat the curfew. But, the plucky little nurse always kept emergency rations on hand, aka hot pockets.
Turning on the oven and setting the boxes to one side, she poked her head out of the kitchen and asked.
“Would you like some lemon pop?”
Ever the hostess.
Temp: Wolf continued to follow the nurse and the ghoul as they moved through the city. The curfew going into effect of course made no difference to her at all. Investigators knew better than to attack her. Being a one-eyed ghoul made her scent very peculiar to other ghouls, which typically made them avoid or otherwise ignore her. The night was a perfect place for her to observe and even intervene when it came to unique situations. This was one such situation. She easily scaled the outside of the building, and followed the scent of the two until she found a similar scent within the building. This girls room was very high up, but heights rarely meant much to a ghoul, especially one with a kagune like hers. For now she perched on the building near a window where she would be sure to listen in on what was happening within the room.
– Tenkai followed her into her building and found it to clash with the personalities of the two occupants who lived with one another and he would stare at the entire apartment in awe before returning his attention to the female and contemplate his being here. He knew at some point he’d slowly try to dig out more information. but while he kept thinking to himself , he would hear Sunny ask him if he wanted some lemon pop. Tenkai would reply to her with his answer –
”Mind if I get coffee instead if you have it ? I’m a tad tired and I need to be alil bit more awake. ”
‘Mind if I get coffee instead if you have it ? I’m a tad tired and I need to be alil bit more awake. ”
At the request of coffee, mad giggles erupted from the kitchen. They had coffee…boy did they have coffee. Gloria was one for always bringing men back to the apartment forcoffee, and often it had the young nurse, Sunny in hysterics. You could hear the sound of bottles tinkling in the kitchen cupboard, as Sunny brought out about eight different types of coffee jars. Many of them had never been opened.
“I don’t usually drink coffee, but Gloria always keeps it on hand.” Sunny sung out cheerfully.
Pouring water into the kettle, she then set it on the stove and flicked on the gas. Striking a match she soon had the blue flame going and the water was able to boil. Thankfully, she had some long life milk in the pantry, and sugar. This would make for Tenkai’s order of coffee.
Sunny chose the exotic brand of coffee and undid the cap, breaking the seal with a spoon. She took out a good spoon full and placed it in a large coffee mug, that was more like a bowl, than a real mug. The cheery nurse danced around the kitchen, opening cupboards and slamming doors. In her own little world till the kettle started to whistle. She took it off the heat and then poured the boiling hot water into the waiting cup.
The kitchen now had the smell of fresh coffee, and Sunny swanned out of the kitchen and offered Tenkai the cup.
“Might want to blow, or it will burn your tongue.” Sunny always made coffee too hot.
“Find a seat. Just knock off a few plushies. It’s quite comfortable here.” Sunny was just so nice…and happy. It was bizarre to say the least. She didn’t even think of how the young man would be able to leave and go about his business, now that the curfew was enforced.
– He allowed Sunny to go and do what she had to as he continued to look around the area some more , it didn’t take him long to decide he wanted to see the conditions for tonight’s curfew. He felt as if he wasn’t going to be able to go home at this rate but it’s common for him to be outside at this time of night but the hardest things to do is leaving or being in residential area’s and expect to retreat or move about. Clearly the CCG are keeping their eyes about and observing. So it seems like he’d be stuck here , for how long he didn’t know. He would overhear Sunny speaking about a woman named Gloria as his own thoughts ended up coming out of him around the time she had began to finish brewing the coffee and coming to give it to him –
” I wonder if I’ll be stuck here tonight.”
– Tenkai was cunning he knew that much when it came to his movements around others. But he knew all too well that he’d be walking into a confrontation if he was to leave her place . As Sunny came to give him his cup of coffee ; Tenkai would take the cup as she gave him the warning about the heat and the offer to take a seat as well –
” Thank you for the cup of coffee. ”
– He moved some things around to get a place to rest his rear and enjoy the cup. However he seemed to realize it was most likely beyond midnight by now and it wouldn’t really be long before it would be considered the next day and such so he pretty much would stare at the time on his phone and then her . He didn’t waste time sipping from the cup however. He enjoyed it warm. –
” I wonder how I’ll be able to leave without being suspected of anything or being placed back inside here due to the security they wish to keep over the civilians of the town.”
– As he took another sip ; Tenkai thought about his situation and was unsure as to why he felt so calm and easy around this woman. It was clear she was human by her appearance and personality as well as her smell. Perhaps she was too accepting. Tenkai normally would take advantage of that , in either form it could be seen as depending on his mood/tastes. But however today he just felt too passive to do anything. And he realized she’d be someone that could help him out in various pursuits. It’d be a shame to see her go. –
Scene setting : Big Joe’s Pizzeria
co-written with Chor.
Chor: Isa was viciously reminded of her utter starvation the second her foot crossed the threshold. The wind displacement sent a breeze of warm, doughy scent straight to her nostrils and she fought the urge to order and purchase every slice of pizza in the joint. The odd looks she received snapped her mostly out of it and she seated herself in a secluded corner table. Isa had a very unorthodox style about her. She didn’t consider herself beautiful, product of a long, relationship-less life and years of emotional abuse, but she was charming and lovely in a way that drew you to her. If she bothered to eat now and again, she might fill out and stop looking like a corpse herself.
Style wasn’t really in her strong suits; the mess of clothes she called her wardrobe were not of the conventional sort. She wore things for the simple fact that she had to. Another thing that could put her off to people is her tattoos. Now, in an age where mainstream society is basically past the whole ‘tattoos are bad’ idea, her inkings are still a bit much. She’s riddled with symbols, a strange language no one can understand; not even her. It’s not obvious unless she’s in a tank top, but they cover much of her arms as well as her back. Today, though, Isa actually looked presentable. Hair braided loosely until it rested in a ponytail just past her clavicle, a black blouse and a black pencil skirt to match with comfortable flats.
“Can I get ‘ya anything, love?” a pleasant-looking woman inquired of Isa. With a shake of her head, Isa dismissed the offer of food. She had to focus, despite her stomach violently grumbling in protest. The woman shook her head, having heard the noise, and stepped away muttering ‘damn shame’. Did she think Isa to have an eating disorder. Do I have an eating disorder? Sighing, Isa pushed these troublesome thoughts from her mind and awaited Frank’s appearance.
Razorbackwriter: Having rushed back to his apartment to have a quick shower and change into a fresh suit, Frank took a cab to the Pizzeria rather than take his own car. It would be easier to lose anyone following him if he was in a non descript taxi than a car that would be recognizable. The yellow cab pulled up at the curb, and the asian driver sung out that Frank owed twelve dollars for the fare. The cost of everything seemed to have skyrocketed of late and Frank fumbled about in his coat to find the right change. Handing over the cash, Frank got out of the cab and slammed the door, before looking up and down the street for sign of Isa. He couldn’t see her in amongst the crowd and decided to head inside and wait for her.
No one could be more surprised than Big Joe, to see Frank coming back into the Pizza shop so soon. He came out from behind the counter, and tossed his checkered tea towel over his shoulder.“Franka….whata you doin’s backa here?” It was not that Big Joe didn’t want to see Frank, he just figured he would be at work. Frank slapped Big Joe’s arm in a friendly manner and then gestured to a booth at the back. “Would you believe your pizza is simply too good to stay away from?’
This brought a loud laugh from Big Joe. “Ha you fulla tha bullshit.” Both men had a good chuckle as they both took a seat. Big Joe had his teen son working out back and Joe had a few moments to spare. “Where is Tommy boy, eh?” Joe asked, now curious as to what Frank was up to. He hadn’t ordered anything yet and seemed a touch flustered. Like he was looking out for someone. “Tommy’s back at his office. I’d say he has a deadline to meet.”
Joe nodded slowly and then said. “Uh huh.”
Both men sat in silence for a moment and then Big Joe smiled brightly. “You still looka like shit. I get you a coffee.”Always hospitable. That was Big Joe.
Left on his own in the booth, he drummed his fingers on the table, looking towards the door….waiting for Isa.
Chor: It was not long until the door opened once more and through it came a very fresh-looking Frank Malone. He looked good all cleaned up, healthier than when she last saw him. Isa wondered if that’s how people thought of her…
He had not noticed her yet and she stood and, as he seated himself, ventured over. Settling herself across from him, Isa leaned back in her seat. The urgency of the situation still held in her demeanor, but in this place she felt about forty-seven percent safer than the station. Shortly after her arrival at the table, a cup of coffee also joined them. She stared at it and then up at the woman who’d asked for her order earlier. The girl gave her another once-over before stepping away to attend to the rest of the building’s patrons. Isa’s attention returned completely to Frank, then.
“How are you doing?” she asked, then thinking better of it. Stress, she could see, exuded from him like cologne. She, though, was not bothered by it; it’s almost charming when you wear the same, tense scent. Her left hand opened, like a cage door squeaking after being closed for a thousand year, and the flash drive fell out of it and onto the table in his direction. One blink. Two.
“This is the ballistics report. I haven’t been able to do an autopsy yet, but the findings will be the same. As long as we have this, it can’t be disputed. Bracks is probably having a conniption at the moment, trying to find a way to make it disappear…” She spoke, licking her lips afterward. Bracks was good at making things disappear.
Razorbackwriter: The clatter of the coffee cup being placed on the table broke the silence as Isa sat down at Frank’s booth. He’d been watching the door and hadn’t bothered to check the restaurant for Isa. She must have been there before him. Was he slipping not to notice her right away? Thankfully clean shaven, Frank didn’t feel like a total scrub sitting there. In fact, he was wearing his best suit. He wasn’t planning to go back into work that day…..no he had other plans. In a way, Frank was pleased to see Isa, and in another he wasn’t. Guilt was now weighing heavily upon him, and this would probably be the last time they would meet, though he was not about to let her onto that…not yet. “How are you doing?” Sweet girl. Frank thought. Caring about a bloke like him. He was honest in his answer.“Seen better days.” The answer was short and too the point. He wasn’t about to get into some long winded speech. The time for talking long gone. Frank was a marked man and he knew it. Seeing the flash drive fall out onto the table had Frank stare at it for a moment, before raising his gaze up to Isa’s.
“This is the ballistics report. I haven’t been able to do an autopsy yet, but the findings will be the same. As long as we have this, it can’t be disputed. Bracks is probably having a conniption at the moment, trying to find a way to make it disappear…”
That one word. Disappear. A word to describe the past….the present and the not to distant future. Frank pursed his lips as he heard that Bracks was probably working on a way to make it…the report, disappear. The detective let out a long sigh before reaching across the table and slowly dragging the flash drive up into his hand – closing his fingers around it. It was a brave thing the girl was doing to hand him the report in a flash drive. All things considered. Frank turned his wrist and opened his fingers slightly enough to look at the flash drive, before then closing them again and stuffing the evidence into his pocket. In a way, it was his life insurance policy. Frank had forgotten all about the coffee cup that was sitting before him. He appeared distracted, like his mind was playing out what he had to do and yet he remained perfectly still. It took a moment for him to speak, as though this was the hardest thing he ever had to say.
“You’re a great gal for doing this, Isa. But…now I want you to forget about me. I’m going to do the same thing that report is going to do, till such time as I have enough evidence to take THEM all down. There is no point being a just man in a crooked police force. “
Frank took out a twenty dollar bill and placed on the table. He had still yet to touch his coffee. Frank offered Isa a warm smile…a smile of goodbye.
Standing, he said simply. “If anyone asks….you never saw me.”
With that, he headed out the door.
Chor: Isa could only blink silently as the world whizzed around her. Frank left her sitting there, bewildered, hands flat on the chipped wooden booth table. Words did not come to her. Thoughts, too, sat huddled with her confused feelings and refused to comply.
Standing, that was good. She stood and walked out the door, catching him jump into a Taxi like he was joining the Olympics. She found a cabbie idling in front of the place, probably waiting for a late patron. He wore a scowl as she approached the window, hoping to grab his services.
“Just get in, hun. Where to?” He said, as if reading her face. She pointed blankly at the taxi now motoring away from the site and climbed into the ripped vinyl backseat, wincing as the cracked coating scraped against her exposed flesh.
“Oh, you’re that type, huh?” He said, chuckling wildly like this was some sort of conquest of love and she was some sort of hero. There was still fight in her, yet. Frank might not see it, but Isa has a deep, deep well of focus that has latched onto him. She can’t let it go; she doesn’t have the ability to just give up now. Besides, she still has one more trick up her white sleeve. Or in her pocket, rather…
This is a collaborative piece and is classed as erotic fiction. Reader discretion is advised as it contains adult content. Cafe Discretions is a wonderful collaboration with a fantastic writing partner; eleganceinwords (TA).
Scene setting – Jax’s Coffee House.
co-written with VunG & Moo.
VunG: Elissa continued to rub her temples as she noticed Tommy’s attention to her, but really didn’t care enough to change her mode of behavior at this point. She winced a bit at his reference to a therapist, and internally admitted that she wasn’t feeling all that secure in her own stability, though not to the same extent. Looking at him with a tired expression, she signed, ~Does she speak sign language?~ She was going to need therapy after this… maybe even enough to make her get over her distrust of the entire profession. Still, Frank’s comment got an amused scoff out of her, shaking her head and signing out, ~Sanity is a myth, I think.~ Once the coffee got on its way, she’d sit up straight, a brief time period where her scarf was knocked out of position from her face-desk/table and her scar was visible. Still, as the girl handed over the coffee, she’d gladly taking hers as and taking a deep breath of the stuff, grabbing the cinnamon to add. As she did so, she too noticed Frank’s antics, but just rolled her eyes and straightened her own scarf before signing to Tom, ~He’s not that old. Heck, my folks had nine years between them.~ Though, besides that she wouldn’t encourage or discourage the detective, giving the girl a nod of thanks for the drink, mixing in the stuff before finally taking a big gulp of it. The moment she swallowed that big swig, she let out a shuddering, pleasured sigh, closing her eyes at the feeling. Oh yeah, that was the good stuff. She was completely oblivious to the photo situation at the moment.
Moo: While it was intended for Sophia to return to her area behind the counter, she was stopped by the rather pleasantries of these particular guests. She turned with her smile still well plastered over her face. Actually genuine, as she enjoyed contact with other people. In the man’s apparent attempt to look sharp, Sophia couldn’t help but lift her hand over her lips, holding in a small and rather girlish chuckle. It didn’t take much to cause the girl to blush, given her situation. But she would not delve deeper into it than that, as she wasn’t the type to openly flirt, and with strangers nonetheless. “It’s a compliment, really,” she added as the other male teased the first. “But you’re very welcome…all of you.”
Sophia’s gaze wandered around the three, and while she didn’t want to seem the nosy type, she was definitely interested in getting to know Candice’s favorite regulars. “May I ask your names..?” She gave a tilt of her head while she held onto the circular tray, holding it flat against her stomach and pelvis. “I know I recognize you two.” The girl grinned while her finger pointed from Tommy to Elissa. “But you seem new.” Her brows furrowed in the slightest while she looked at the third guest. Something sly could be seen in her expression, as though she should have been concerned he hadn’t been here to taste the coffee sooner. “I’d better start seeing you around more often.” A light chuckle before her eyes wandered down to watch the mute woman pour cinnamon into her drink. By chance, a photo happened to catch her eye, which had been moved well out of the way moments earlier. Blinking, she swore she saw…well, that was just it. She couldn’t tell what she was looking at. But it looked grotesque and reminded her of the mission she’d carried out the night before. Sophia swallowed, managing to avert her eyes quickly and normalize her expression, which hopefully hadn’t completely fallen from her face. Luckily, at this point the woman seemed to be enjoying her drink, so she would give a small laugh…which hopefully didn’t sound as forced as it really was. “I’m glad to see you enjoying the coffee.” Would it be a smooth enough recovery?
Razorbackwriter: Frank couldn’t hide his pleasure at hearing the waitress giggle and try to hide her smile behind her hand. It left him with a crooked smile. He didn’t socialize much these days and it was a refreshing change to get any sort of reaction from a member of the opposite sex. Frank sat a little straighter and gave a small salute to the young girl who had asked for their names. Tommy, who took his cup from Sophia and sat it down, went first.
“Name’s Tommy. Tommy Xo. I work up at the road at the New York Times. And this lovely lady beside me is Elissa.” He didn’t know her last name, but knew it would be polite to say her name verbally, since Elissa would either sign or write it. “And that guy there…” He pointed to Frank, with a smirk. “Is…Detective Frank Malone.” At this, Frank extended his hand towards Sophia, to be a touch more formal. “You can just call me Frank.” The detective offered, hoping she might shake his hand in reply. “Tommy here loves to do the talking. Comes from being on the job 24/7.”What Frank meant by this was that Tommy was always working a case or investigation trying to make the front page, if he could get past his editor. Frank took a sip of his coffee and made a satisfied smile, before answering Sophia. “If the service is always this good, I’ll be around a heck of a lot more.” This had Tommy laugh. “Woah, trading coffee for beer? Amazing what change can be brought about by a beautiful girl, Frank.” Again Frank blushed, and shook his head, embarrassed that Tommy spoke so broadly.
Tommy was quick to notice Sophia blink, then he glanced down at the table and noticed one of the pictures was out of the envelope and could be seen. The reporter glanced back up at Sophia, and he did notice that she had shifted her eyes quickly. It was strange how the girl regained her composure so quickly, and then went on to speak to Elissa. Would Elissa pick up on it? Tommy…went for broke.
“So…Sophia. Ever watched the X files?…..Or….seen a ten tonne slug?”
Frank spat his coffee right as Tommy asked this.
Sanity is overrated.
Scene setting : Jax’s Coffee House.
co-written with VunG & Moo.
Razorbackwriter: Ever been to the kind of place, that when you walk in the door, the ambiance and smell of coffee beans roasting just makes you instantly feel an inner warmth and calm? Well, that was how one would describe Jax’s Coffee house. Elegantly decor-ed, with inner brick walls, drop down lighting, and large easy chairs in chocolate covered leather. It was perfectly balanced, with the light and dark shadows. This was a favorite haunt of Tommy’s, as opposed to Big Joe’s Pizzeria. Here he could hook up to the free WiFi and order his favorite coffee, whilst enjoying the mellow selection of music that was streamed through the hidden speakers. At this time of morning, the coffee house was not exactly packed with patrons, and that was just how Tommy liked it.
Pulling the door open for his companions, he gave a light whistle to Candice – one of the coffee houses waitresses. She must have been doing the twelve to six run and she looked pretty worn. An older woman of about thirty five, she worked at Jax’s while her children slept. Married with three kids, this was her second home and it was just how she liked it. She could work and then get home in time to make her kids breakfasts. Approaching the trio, offered them the corner couches, which had a small rectangular coffee table for their lap tops. Naturally, Tommy had brought his in with him from the car.
“What I be getting ya?” She asked, taking out her small iPad to take their orders. Tommy immediately asked for a tall flat white no sugar, while Frank wanted a straight black. Each would take a seat on the comfortable couches, with Frank pulling out the photographs in the envelope. He wasn’t about to pull the photos out while Candice was looking, but he just wanted to have them ready to discuss. After Candice took Elissa’s order, the three would be able to talk freely. Little did they realize that there was one other patron in the coffee house. Seated in a far corner, a dark haired woman was flicking lazily through a glamour magazine – every now and then glancing up at the trio before bowing her head again and appearing engrossed in the magazine’s pages.
“The school….was a waste of time.” Frank said right off the bat. He felt that the time they spent there, had kept them off the bigger case of the murder of his former partner, Rory Lismore. Tommy shrugged his shoulders, not entirely agreeing with his good friend. “I don’t know….there is something about a scene like at that school with no trace evidence to suggest what caused the destruction. Come on, Frank. What took Rory vanished without a trace, right? There was nothing to suggest what you saw and what are on those photographs exists.” Tommy paused a moment, including Elissa in his next statement. “But we believe you.”
The woman at the other table suddenly got up and then dropped her magazine upon her coffee table, along with a tip for Candice. She could not help but overhear what the pair had said and she seemed to be more in the know, than just some passing stranger. As she walked past them, the woman made a throw away comment.
“Just cause you can’t see something, doesn’t mean….it don’t exist.” The woman had a strange yellow glow to her eyes, and she tittered with laughter as she headed for the door. But no sooner had she opened the door and passed through, she seemed to vanish into the night…….
VunG: Ah, that wonderful scent of coffee. Truth be told, she wasn’t actually the biggest fan of the taste of coffee, but she loved the smell oh so much. And of course coffee shops were in and of themselves the sort of thing that she just adored; there was just something heartwarming about walking into a place so homey and welcoming, even in the dark of night. Elissa had been here more than a couple times, and while she wasn’t as much of a regular as Tommy, she definitely wasn’t a new face to the employees.
Settling into their place in the corner, she would already be writing down her order before Candice could even get into place, and when asked she’d smile and show the woman: an espresso, and to bring some cinnamon for her (obviously to put in it). Once that was done, she leaned back and closed her eyes a bit, just relaxing into the seat as she tried to think about the case, tried to piece things together where there were no pieces. Her attention would be drawn by Frank’s statement, and even as she was winding up to sign to him, Tommy pretty much spoke for her, almost word for word. And when he added that they both believed in him, she reached over and grabbed his shoulder again, giving him a thin but determined smile.
However, what happened next left Elissa puzzled. The woman immediately had the SWAT officer’s attention, and as she approached the group it was obvious that she was listening in on them. However, what really got her was how specific her answer was, and for some reason she could almost swear that there was a glow to the woman’s eyes. However, before Elissa could get out of her chair and pursue, the woman disappeared into the night, eliciting a whispered, “Sht,” from her.
Letting out a frustrated huff, she leaned forward on her elbows and rubbed her temples. Eventually she looked at the others and realized that she might be hallucinating thanks to a lack of sleep. Wincing, she signed to Tommy, ~You guys saw that too, right?~ Of course, the answer would be affirmative, unless they decided to screw with her, at which point she’d promptly let out a sound that was probably supposed to be a groan and laid her head down on the table with a thud. ~My kingdom for a lead that wouldn’t make us seem like we’re mad.~ Of course, her “kingdom” was just an apartment, and not even a particularly big one at that, but still.
Moo: Fresh from class, and still without her proper clothing, Sophia rushed down the street until she was in front of the coffee shop. Much like she had gotten to the college campus, problems arose without having her personal belongings. Plus, her borrowed jacket–and Gantz suit–were both still tucked tightly under her arm. The suit itself was wrapped up neatly in the over-sized jacket as though it were a present. The door opened and she was well on her way to the counter, still moving at a quick pace even as she attempted to keep her breath even. “Sorry, I know I’m late,” she said apologetically as she disappeared toward the back. With all the commotion, she hadn’t really taken any notice in the special group of guests sitting together.
While bickered at by her boss for a moment, she was forgiven in the end. Known as a friendly face and hard worker within the coffee shop really had its perks sometimes. “Okay, Candice,” she said as she came back out. Her hair was now tied up and she wore an apron to match the older woman. “Say hi to the kids for me.” Sophia’s kind smile didn’t go unnoticed by the particularly sweet woman while they chatted among themselves for a moment. Naturally, she would take over the waiting Candice had already started with the guests. So she picked up the tray of drinks and made her way over to them.
“Hello,” Sophia said sweetly. She of course recognized two faces sitting on the furniture. Though they were Candice’s regulars, so she’d never properly introduced herself, much less learned their names. “My name is Sophia. I’ll be taking care of you guys for Candice.” A smile spread over her lips as she bent to begin offering their drinks. “I’m sorry, you had the black coffee, right?” she offered the first up before turning to Tommy. “And this is yours..?” Lastly, to the woman. “And yours.” Hopefully having gotten her co-worker’s information correct, she straightened once again. “Wave me over if you need anything.” A small wave of her hand and she turned to begin walking back to her counter where she would prepare sanitized water…obviously to clean nearby tables that had been left in a bit of a messy state.
Razorbackwriter: Candice was so relieved to see Sophia’s smiling face that she let out a sigh of relief. What she wouldn’t give to put her aching feet into a foot spa. Now with Sophia being able to take over her shift, the older waitress went behind the counter and started to take off her work apron. The young girl had gone out back and probably had some words with the boss for her lateness but all would be forgiven as the girl was of such a sweet nature it was hard to stay mad at her for long. Putting on her wool coat, she swept her ponytail out from under the collar and popped on her hat. “I’ll be saying hello and goodbye to them when I get home, dear. Oh and take care of table five for me. Thanks, pet.” The order was ready on the tray for Tommy, Frank and Elissa, but now Sohpia could do the serving. A light smile and a wave to her regulars, and Candice was heading off home to start her next shift as Mum to her waking kids.
At the table, Tommy was still staring back after the strange woman who had made the off the cuff comment in regards to their conversation. It was strange how the woman seemed to almost vanish into the light fog of the morning and added to her mystery. The journo had not seen that lady in the coffee house before and his eyes narrowed as he looked back only to see Elissa mouth the word “shit” Thinking it was strange, Tommy shrugged lightly as though to dismiss it, but couldn’t help and take a second look at where the woman disappeared too. Naturally, Tommy’s attention was garnered by Elissa again, who asked in sign exactly what he was thinking. ~You guys saw that too, right?~
“Yeah. Just another freaky happening.” He gave his right temple a rub and then uttered. “I wonder if my therapist is free on Wednesday.” Could it be that Tommy was starting to question his own sanity. The reporter quickly explained to Frank – who was now lounging back and pinching the bridge of his nose what Elissa said, about how she would giver her kingdom for a lead that would make them all appear sane. Frank released his hold on his nose and tipped his head forward slightly. He saw Elissa plant her head down on the table with a thud and let out a chuckle. “Sanity is over rated.”He reached over and gave her head a light pat, just as the new waitress came over with the drinks orders. “Heads up….coffee time.” The detective said, moving the envelope with the pictures in it off to the side and out of the road of their drinks. The fresh faced girl whom Tommy and Elissa may well have seen before, was a refreshing sight for Frank. As she placed down each of the drinks correctly, Frank tried to straighten his collar and sit up a little straighter. Tommy noted this and let out a slight guffaw. “She’s a bit young, don’t you think?” Frank’s cheeks flushed slightly and he gave Tommy a good shove. “I look like shit. Give me a break.” No truer word was said. “Thanks.” Tommy said to Sophia, while Frank offered the girl a light smile. “You’re a doll.”
Little did Frank know that one of the photographs was visible…..the creature able to be seen by the waitress, if she had bothered to look..