Fantasy Opening Shop (Open to all)

[La Muerte]

Setting: Café with a loft above it on a street near Manhattan, Modern day.


As the alarm rang, Adain slapped the clock groaning, it was five in the morning. He slid his legs out of the bed and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, "Let's see if the Big Apple needs another coffee shop." he muttered to himself. He finally stood and grabbed a clean shirt and pants to grab a shower before he went downstair.


He stepped into the shower under a stream of hot water and immediately his ears perked up, the rush of hot water on cool skin waking him fully. He showered off and went to get ready. He spent about ten minutes fighting with his hair before muttering "Fuck it and pulling it back into a ponytail.


As he walked downstairs he grabbed his apron, phone, and cigarettes. Looking at it empty his café was a few tables and a stage like platform in the back with a bar and the kitchen on the far wall, the décor was a bit bland but it had to work until business started his way. He walked to the door and put his now hiring sing up and turned on the lights, before heading to the kitchen and starting to fix the food and black coffee.


By 6:30 walked out of the kitchen with a flower covered apron. He walk outside to smoke and sweep. He finished his stoke and walked back in, turning his open sign on for the first time, 'Lady luck bring me some business.' he prayed to himself silently going to the register.

 

[hippie]

It had been an eventful day for Zola , she had been running on fake energy that was suppressed from thoughts of local cafe shop she heard was heaven only moments ago . As the heels of her feet dragged across the cobble stone ground of Manhattan, she felt the wind wrap its self around her causing her to loose her balance a little. Had she fallen more than likely she would just lay there; that was the extent of her exhaustion. " I hope this coffee is as amazing as they say it is " she said to her self before running her hands through her wild curls.


Her nose danced on her face as it picked up the scent of all the local bakeries and diners she came in mist of , only to tug a smile on her lips just befre she enveloped her bottom lip into her mouth. The smell of cake batter clung to her soul, she loved all things sweet just as her sweet scent high began to creep off in yet another heaven of hers, it was sent into oblivion the second smoke entered her lungs. Fanning her hand over her nose like a crazy woman, she watched as the tall slender frame before her took yet another puff at death.


With a scrunch of her nose paused and took a nibble to the inside of her cheek before saying " You know those can kill you"

 

[La Muerte]

He cocks an eyebrow at the girl and flicks the cigarette to the side, his mind lacking the buffer it does after his morning coffee he got short in his retort, "So does everything else." He shrugged, "Like coffee, carbon monoxide, murders, its a long list." He stopped before he saying something offensive and actually looked at the girl. Her figure his definition of fine and a face men would fight over. "So what's a girl like you doing out this early?" he asked out of curiosity.

 

[hippie]

Zola watched as he flicked the remains of his cigarette, only for her face to scrunch up once more. Zola, was the type to always say what ws on her mind , never really had a filter for things which could be good and bad - she realized in this moment something new about her flaw ... it had now been interesting all thanks to the cancer stick smoker. She laughed to her self as he went down the list of things that could kill you and just shoot her head with a small smile. " I'd rather my death be by accident , not because I was stupid enough to throw it away" she felt his eyes wonder against her slender yet curvy frame causing her to blush. the second So what's a girl like you doing out this early? leave his lips she felt inclined to raise a brown at him. " And what type of girl am I exactly, if I may ask sir" she said with a little sass. She didn't really take offense to what he said and how he presented it , she just figured she partake in some small talk and a little banter with the beautiful likings of the stranger before her overcast orbs that held the secrets and depths of her soul.

 

[La Muerte]

He watched as she got sassy to him asking what she was doing out. He let out a bit of laugh. "No harm ment you just seem like the kind of girl who isn't out this early." He shruged, "As for death I don't feel like it matters how we leave. Its not something we can avoid." A darkness hid behind his philosophy. He propped himself against the door to his cafè. His body read soft and easy like the morning happening around them. His face hid something more than what he let on. "On another page I'm about to open shop, you more than welcome to come in." He slid his hand around the handle of the door.