[ From behind the counter Monts glances over, fully alert this time. You'd think after all this waiting, she'd at least give Abel a smile and a happier greeting, but instead, she raises her eyebrows and crosses her arms looking almost petulant. ]
Really? That's how you're going to greet me after all this time?
[ o-oh, look at that, if it isn't Monts?? Abel is giving her a once-over before adjusting his glasses and tilting his head curiously. ]
Mm, maybe this isn't one of those weird, 'just ate something strange before bed' dreams? No maid cafe and Miss Monts is scowling at me instead of greeting me with a nice warm hug... ah, could this be the cruel, cold embrace of reality after all--?
[ Monts visibly relaxes although her expression is neutral as she regards Abel. ]
Well, now we know that you can definitely go through the entrance. It's just like you to not notice though.
[ She makes a sweeping gesture with her arm to present the cafe to him. ]
Welcome to the Midnight Grind, Father Abel.
[ The Midnight Grind, despite being in impossible space, is a normal cafe. 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. Behind the counter are large espresso machines, syrups, jars of tea, coffee beans, and a display counter for edible goods. The menu consists of empty black chalkboards aligned on the walls. Why are they are empty? Because they just never have a proper menu, that's all. ]
Take a seat and I'll choose which drink to make for you.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
no subject
Really? That's how you're going to greet me after all this time?
no subject
Mm, maybe this isn't one of those weird, 'just ate something strange before bed' dreams? No maid cafe and Miss Monts is scowling at me instead of greeting me with a nice warm hug... ah, could this be the cruel, cold embrace of reality after all--?
no subject
[ Monts turns to the beautiful dark haired man who is currently clearing a table of its dishes and cups. ]
Oren. We're going to make this customer pay for his first drink.
[ Oren mostly shrugs because clearly, she knows this guy, so her problem now!]
no subject
[ he's going to amble on toward the counter where a certain Monts is hovering... ]
...My~! How lovely it is to see you again! Who would've known I'd end up in your little neck of the woods, Miss Monts...! How have you been?
no subject
Well, now we know that you can definitely go through the entrance. It's just like you to not notice though.
[ She makes a sweeping gesture with her arm to present the cafe to him. ]
Welcome to the Midnight Grind, Father Abel.
[ The Midnight Grind, despite being in impossible space, is a normal cafe. 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. Behind the counter are large espresso machines, syrups, jars of tea, coffee beans, and a display counter for edible goods. The menu consists of empty black chalkboards aligned on the walls. Why are they are empty? Because they just never have a proper menu, that's all. ]
Take a seat and I'll choose which drink to make for you.