Victoria was feeling somewhat out of sorts, having had a long and difficult conversation with a spirit sheâd unwittingly brought back in her sleep and seen looming over her when she woke up. Sheâd headed to the coffee shop in search of soul soothing coffee and the hopes of some caffeination. Vic hadnât been thinking when sheâd picked up the first cup the barista had set down on the counter, only realizing that it wasnât hers when she was halfway to the door and saw a different name on the cup.Â
âIâm sorry,â she started, quietly, approaching the person that had been waiting at the counter beside her, âI think I grabbed your cup on accident.â She turned the cup out to show them the name. âI didnât drink out of it but Iâll buy you a replacement anyway?â
It had taken John that extra few seconds to snap out of his daydreaming state, but they were a few seconds too late as he saw his coffee make off in the direction of the door. The expression on his face dropped a little, but he did nothing to chase the girl, opting instead to just wait around and take the coffee he assumed would be hers. If worst came to worst, he could try some of the training exercises for his power, and drink his coffee through her.
A sentence that even in his head still sounded weird.
He offered her a genuine smile as the realisation crossed her face and he shook his head. âDonât be sorry; it happens. One of those mornings?â He took it from her, shaking his head again. âYou donât need to buy me a new one, thereâs no harm done. But, maybe you can buy me one some other time?â