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sunfloras2021-01-06 03:33 pm
formidable) wrote in sunfloras2021-01-06 03:33 pm
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 It so happens that on a dark and stormy night in a city, (somewhere, anywhere really), someone may spot a beautiful gilded wooden door nearby wherever they are. Side of a building? In an alleyway? Near a dumpster?? Usually, it appears somewhere that's out of sight and out of mind, where the majority of people can't see it. The door looks warm and inviting and it's just a secret begging to be opened up so you can find what lies within... ... It's surprisingly normal inside; a surprisingly normal cafe actually. The interior is a warm mixture of red brick walls and sleek wooden floors and tables, along with comfortable looking sofa chairs and a large couch with a coffee table to accompany it. The ceiling is decorated with colorful hanging lanterns that cast interesting shadows on the walls and floors. A large black bookshelf sits next to the counter where there are various books and novels that have an age to them from past readers and customers. Behind the counter are the usual machines, bottles of syrups, jars of coffee beans, and tea blends in decorative jars. The black chalkboards aligned on the wall are strangely empty except for the special of that day and a lavishly illustrated logo which can only be the establishment's name. There's no other way to say it. This place is cozy. There is someone behind the counter, but depending on when you come in, it's going to be a different barista who will serve you. Or you can say hi to other customers and hang out with them! The Midnight Grind is a magical cafe with a door that appears in any location, across different universes and even time periods. It is a place to relax, eat, and drink, and collect yourself before heading back to whatever business you were in the middle of. It is run and owned by a witch named Iona J. Oakes, her golem companion Oren, and their main barista, Monts. Volunteers to help out with busy shifts are welcome and will be compensated appropriately. β€ it's just a blur β’ "Why'd I Wait?". |
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Which is to say: ]
You couldn't have expected someone well-adjusted to be wearing a mask.
[ Flatly, but with a slight edge of self-deprecating humor. Squint very hard for that one. He slides his empty cup to Monts, and shifts on his feet. ]
You're a good barista.
[ She's gotten him to talk this much, which is more than he ever has in, like, a literal age. ]
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Well! Thanks, I got a lot to learn, but... Thanks!
[With a chuckle, she saves her own failed drink by bending down to scoop ice from the cooler embedded behind the counter. The added ice lightens up the color and in the light, the hues become more of a soft purple rather than bruised mash.
Somewhat high on praise, she can't help, but ramble.]
I know it's a stretch annnd you're probably the type of guy to leave someone high and dry β [wow, real classy months]
β But if you ever find the entrance again and you need a pick me up after skulking about in the streets... You know. I work late.
[Hiding her smile behind the rim of her glass, she takes a sip. It's sweet. Bright. Bubbly. Not pretty, but it hits all the right notes tastewise.]
I'll make you something else.
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It seemed like such an obvious thing to say. He doesn't wonder if she doesn't hear these things often, because that's a rabbit hole, and he'll find himself thinking about these small details for far longer than is probably comfortable or necessary.
So: ] I'll keep it in mind.
[ He straightens up, and turns on his heels. ] I have a good memory.
[ Not a lie. He really does Remember Everything. ]