It wasn’t often that coffee was needed to perk up the Nephilim, but she had been working long shifts and odd jobs lately that had resulted in a massive lack of sleep. Fei looked at the front of the coffee shop for a few moments, wondering if it was even open due to the lack of people inside. Seeing someone at the coffee machine made her wonder other things. It was obviously open, was the coffee just terrible? At this point, she really didn’t care. Her body needed something to help her stay awake for at least a few more hours. She pushed the door open and the bell chimed. The sound was soothing, in a way. It reminded her of a time in her life where everything had seemed perfect. Opening and closing the door several more times crossed her mind, but she decided against being obnoxious. Baristas were known, after all, to be mean if you pissed them off. She really didn’t need spit in her coffee.
She made her way over to him quickly and ordered her coffee. A vanilla latte, extra shot of espresso. Extra hot and tasty. For someone who spent a ton of time drinking liquor, Fei was incredibly picky and hated coffee that tasted too much like coffee. In her entire interaction, all Fei really got about him was the name on his tag said “DJ”, he had a pretty face and his voice was almost to die for.
It surprised her a bit when he finished her coffee as quickly as he did and called her name. She moved slowly over to the counter and smiled at him. “Thank you so much. This is going to get my through my d-” her voice cut out as their fingers touched when he handed her the drink. His aura practically exploded in her face and stunned, she stepped back, dumping her hot coffee all over him. “A-angel..” She stammered out, face hardening as she stepped back. Even in her fatigue, she went completely on the defensive.
She hadn’t even realised that she had dumped a hot coffee all over him until she tried to look him up and down. “Oh.. C-coffee. I’m.. um. Sorry?” She stammered out. She didn’t attempt to help him. All she wanted to do was run, yet somehow she was rooted into her spot.
The sudden halt and stutter had DJ taken a back just a bit, the words she muttered surprised him even more than the slight sting of hot coffee on his skin. It was bound to burn but he didn’t really had to worry about that. DJ moved out of the counter and walked towards her, a towel in hand as he stood in front of her. “Are you okay?” His eyes softened, there was a tinge of worry in his voice as he gently reached out for her arm and gently wiped the coffee there. “I’m sorry,” he wasn’t really sure why he was apologizing but he had a feeling that he needed to. His head wrapped around the idea of her suddenly figuring out what he really was and that look after, it didn’t appear to be a good thing.
“I’ll make you another cup, on me, it slipped from my hand,” he said softly, as he started to clean up the puddle of coffee on the floor. He glanced up at her from time to time, cautious now. She seemed afraid, maybe angry. He could never pin it down but the word angel seemed to be associated to something negative and he could feel it. He could hear her erratic heartbeat, a spike in the pace that wasn’t present before their skins touched.