It was late and as the brunette vampire stepped out of the confines of Hell Above, she breathed in the fresh night air. As it filled her lungs, she became instantly aware of the fact she had little desire to head directly home. Slender digits fumbled to grab the buildings keys from the depth of her bag while she mulled over whether or not she was in the mood for stirring up a little fun in The Call of the Void. Eventually producing the keys from her purse, Nicolette opted against another night of heavy alcohol consumption, and as she locked up Hell Above for the night, she allowed her feet to carry her on her journey toward wherever would pique her interest. Following a few moments of walking the opposite direction, the light illuminating from Patty’s Diner caused the brunette to halt in her tracks. Stood outside the diner, peering in, she hummed in momentary consideration before confident footsteps carried her inside.
With the gaze of the sharp-featured man stood behind the counter on her, Nicolette approached a table in closest proximity to his location. Delicate fingers slid around the back of the chair, pulling it from where it was tucked underneath the wooden table as the male finished his greeting. As she slipped into the space between the table and the chair, taking a seat, the vampire’s nose curled in slight hesitance before her voice pierced the atmosphere between she and the other. “You should know, I’m not exactly a massive fan of coffee.” Then, after a brief pause and contemplation, she thought better of it considering he had been kind enough to switch the coffee machine on. “But,” she added, leaning her frame forward to fold her hands on the surface of the table, “I’ll never say no to trying something new. Let’s hope your coffee making skills blow my mind.” A subtle smirk accompanied her teasing as brown eyes peered at the other.
The male’s question brought a chuckle of amusement from the back of Nicolette’s throat; her head falling backward slightly, chocolate tresses tumbling over the narrow plane of her shoulder. “I can assure you, the fuzz and I are on exceptional terms.” She stated, her tone implying nothing more than a jesting response. “I guess you could say I’m killing time. Or, as it stands, gracing you with my presence.” Again, Nicolette offered a simple quip with no substance hidden behind it. As he had turned to face her, she gave him a ghost of a grin, indicating her lightheartedness in this encounter.
“Well, I’ll have you know that this is the absolute best coffee on this block of town at this hour. But still, the pressure is on. For that, I might have to make an entirely new pot. Okay with waiting a few minutes?” he asked, coming over to set silverware in front of her as well as an empty glass. He listened to her speak as he stepped back to the counter to grab a pitcher of ice water, catching the amusement behind her look.
“Ah. Well, in that case, I really should be thanking you.” Beginning to fill her glass with ice water, he mock bowed. “It’s been a while since we’ve had a VIP. And by a while, I mean...well, forever. I’ll tell the chef to use only the finest of ingredients,” he said, not joking any less than she.
