Now this, this was golden. Amelie was an opportunist and fate had dealt her a hand that left her speechless -- Quite literally, her jaw was agape slightly before regaining her composure in the form of a very evident smirk and overall smug look as she took a stride into the coffee shop, heels clicking against the tiles.
She leans against the counter of the virtually empty place, with only one employee manning the front at the moment, the palm of her hand supports her chin as her eyes continue to inspect the friendly face.
“Is the great Reaper finally retiring?...Oh mon Dieu.” the last few words to escape her lips have a heavy tone of sarcasm to them. It seemed all her colleagues had fallen into the same boat, what a cruel fate.
“I’ll have an iced coffee, to go.”