Iana leaned in the door frame, her countenance casual. In her boney hands she held to paper cups of coffee, steaming emitting from little slits at the top. "I've brought us coffee, I hope you don't mind," she said, eying him with grey eyes.
Turning his head to the sound of the familiar voice, recognition flooded the vampire’s features upon sighting its source; brown hues sinking to eye the two coffee cups in her hands and offering her a smile of appreciation. “That’s very thoughtful of you.” His hand reached out to relinquish her hold on one of the cups, fingers brushing in passing as he pulled away with a wink. “I’d say that my morning just got a little better.”








