Some things are simple (Serena, Godric)
Reading the paper was often a depressing exercise, but one that Serena usually forced herself to do. She had to engage with the world somehow. So her eyes flittered over the hopeless words as the cafe buzzed around her. She was caught up in a story about pirates and booty when someone put their hand on the middle of her paper, crinkling it downwards so she could see the culprit who had sat himself down at her table across from her. "Do you ever work?" Godric asked, arching one of his immaculate eyebrows as he reached forward to pilfer a fingerful of her muffin.
"Oi!" She protested, but she didn't swat at his hand. She didn't want to get blamed for messing up his fingerless gloves. "You're such a troublemaker. I'm on my break."
"You're always on break when I come in here."
"Ah, says the man who sits behind a register and reads comics all day." Serena grinned at him and he chuckled as well.
"I also let the gerry birds flirt with me. Which is a lot of work, thank you!" Godric inched his chair around the table so he was beside her and he leaned his head on her shoulder. "When are you done with break, I require caffeine!"
"And none of my staff can make you a latte?" She asked, amused.
"No. No one makes my latte as lattey as you do..."
Serena snorted, quite an un-ladylike sound, and she leaned back in her chair so she could sip at her own coffee. "Ah, poor you and your unlattey lattes. How are you doing, anyway. I heard you had a bit of trouble. My customers heard the gunshots..." The antique store Godric worked in was right beside Serena's cafe, and the idea that an attempted armed robbery had happened so close was not an appealing one. Nor was the idea of someone holding her friend up at gunpoint. Because as much as she and Godric pretended to bother each other, their relationship was one of pure adoration.
Godric frowned as he lifted his head from her shoulder, and his eyes focused on one of his fingernails which had the tinest of tiny chips in the laquer. "It was...big."
"I bet, you poor thing. I think that deserves a lattey latte and a chocolate crossaint."
"Oh, I couldn't! My figure!" Godric cried, but Serena knew he was joking.
"Ah yes, I have heard that one chocolate crossaint was what kept Marlene Deitrich from ever being photographed again. It made her fat and old. Evil things they are. That's what the brown stuff is. It's not chocolate, it's evil."
Godric laughed and then he reached out to touch her hand. "And how's the only pussy I will ever kiss?"
"He's fine! He does miss his pretty fairy. You should stop by sometime. Let him lick you."
"I would lick Mr Boj any time." Godric grinned. "When do you get off today?"
"Ah, I leave the troops to their own devices at 2, after the lunch rush. They usually close up by themselves. Little Nellie loves it when I let her do the til." Serena smiled at him and she reached out to tap him on the shoulder. "I'm glad you're okay, God."
Godric smiled and he readjusted his gloves a little before he spoke. "Me too. I was lucky. There was someone there to protect me. It was like...kismet."
"Then good on kismet." Serena said warmly, and then she checked the clock. "I'd better get back to the trenches, Young One. But I suppose this means you get your latte and your croissant of evil."
"Oh, delightful!" Godric said, clapping his hands.
"Oi!" She protested, but she didn't swat at his hand. She didn't want to get blamed for messing up his fingerless gloves. "You're such a troublemaker. I'm on my break."
"You're always on break when I come in here."
"Ah, says the man who sits behind a register and reads comics all day." Serena grinned at him and he chuckled as well.
"I also let the gerry birds flirt with me. Which is a lot of work, thank you!" Godric inched his chair around the table so he was beside her and he leaned his head on her shoulder. "When are you done with break, I require caffeine!"
"And none of my staff can make you a latte?" She asked, amused.
"No. No one makes my latte as lattey as you do..."
Serena snorted, quite an un-ladylike sound, and she leaned back in her chair so she could sip at her own coffee. "Ah, poor you and your unlattey lattes. How are you doing, anyway. I heard you had a bit of trouble. My customers heard the gunshots..." The antique store Godric worked in was right beside Serena's cafe, and the idea that an attempted armed robbery had happened so close was not an appealing one. Nor was the idea of someone holding her friend up at gunpoint. Because as much as she and Godric pretended to bother each other, their relationship was one of pure adoration.
Godric frowned as he lifted his head from her shoulder, and his eyes focused on one of his fingernails which had the tinest of tiny chips in the laquer. "It was...big."
"I bet, you poor thing. I think that deserves a lattey latte and a chocolate crossaint."
"Oh, I couldn't! My figure!" Godric cried, but Serena knew he was joking.
"Ah yes, I have heard that one chocolate crossaint was what kept Marlene Deitrich from ever being photographed again. It made her fat and old. Evil things they are. That's what the brown stuff is. It's not chocolate, it's evil."
Godric laughed and then he reached out to touch her hand. "And how's the only pussy I will ever kiss?"
"He's fine! He does miss his pretty fairy. You should stop by sometime. Let him lick you."
"I would lick Mr Boj any time." Godric grinned. "When do you get off today?"
"Ah, I leave the troops to their own devices at 2, after the lunch rush. They usually close up by themselves. Little Nellie loves it when I let her do the til." Serena smiled at him and she reached out to tap him on the shoulder. "I'm glad you're okay, God."
Godric smiled and he readjusted his gloves a little before he spoke. "Me too. I was lucky. There was someone there to protect me. It was like...kismet."
"Then good on kismet." Serena said warmly, and then she checked the clock. "I'd better get back to the trenches, Young One. But I suppose this means you get your latte and your croissant of evil."
"Oh, delightful!" Godric said, clapping his hands.