@tales-of-lost-fantasy liked for some of that nobody!
It was a peaceful atmosphere within the tiny space, nary more than one other customer tucked away in the cafe— hidden from sight and largely unknown unless one knew just where to search. ( Just like he was. ) Tentative sips are taken from his near black coffee, the bitterness chased away with the half eaten cupcake set aside. Violet hues flick up as another customer makes a quiet entrance, a heavy swallow unintentionally taken as the visage registers within the demon’s head.
Even if the third born largely kept from the public eye, someone like Azazel still knew who he was looking at. ( And he managed to find a tiny bit of gratitude that his underground existence had largely been left alone. ) Orange hues flick towards his seated figure after they search the room for any semblance of staff, only to find it lacking.
“Counter’s around that corner. Just ring the bell.”