A young looking twenty something sat quietly, slim fingers wrapped tenuously around her latte. She seemed to be watching everyone. She was in fact, watching everyone. Her unwashed blond hair peeked out from under a trendy loose fitting, knitted hat, leading to a loose braid corralling the rest. Her glasses shielded her looks towards the others in the cafe. By all accounts, she was a normal customer, just looking for an hour away from their self involved lives to simply sit.
Celia had watched her for hours. She never stayed long, but working at a cafe had it's advantages; in this case, one of them happened to be ogling pretty girls, pretending to fit in with the hipsters. She'd learned her name was Amy. What else she knew about her only came from her slightly creepy observations. Though, she did always come in on Celia's shift. Had to mean something right? She often convinced herself of it, even if it wasn't the case. Today though... She'd been starring at the fireplace for about an hour. Noting the steam had long since stopped rising from the latte, Celia, whipped up another. 'This is my chance. Don't fuck it up, Celia.' She thought as she walked from the counter to the couch in front of the fire. She set down the hot, fresh latte and smiled, clearing her throat.
"I brought you a fresh one..." She managed and Amy looked up with a slightly confused, if not honest smile. 'Oh goodness, she has violet eyes...' Celia noticed and flushed, forcing a smile. She was beautiful...
"Thank you, Celia." Celia's heart rose to her throat and she nodded, taking the old one from Amy, her hands brushing over hers for a moment, before retreating to the counter. She set the coffee down calmly and made her way to the back room.
"Dummy. Dummy. Dummy. You should have said something else to her... God..." She shook her head and took a deep breath walking out to continue her shift.
Amy smiled at the fresh latte and shook her head a little. The mortals were amusing if nothing else. She stood, leaving the latte on the table and headed to the counter. Celia stood, making some drink. She leaned over, offering a smile to the barista.
"So if you're not doing anything later tonight..." Amy said, pushing a piece of blond hair out of her face and replacing it under the cap. "...there's a meteor shower party I'm going to... I could use a date." Celia blinked a couple time, damn near dropping the steamed milk she was holding.
"Me?"
"Yes. I'm sorry,... Was that too forward?"
"Ha... no. No. I'd love to. I get off work at 8."
"Ok. I'll pick you up here?"
"Yeah... Cool."
"See you then Celia." Amy smiled and walked out, waving as she passed through the doors. Once outside she smirked and ducked behind the building. She glanced both ways casually and cracked her neck, beginning a quick transformation into a violet dragon. Her tongue flicked over her snout as she read the air. There were other dragons a foot. She would have to fly higher than normal. She jumped to the side of the building, climbing it with ease, and taking off into the twilight sky. Three hours. The countdown began.
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