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[dresden4hire]

Who: Harry and Death
When: Friday afternoon
Where: Kahve
Summary: Harry has coffee at Kahve quite a bit.  Death takes notice and chats him up.
Warnings: None, I hope.

Comments

I am so sorry I seemed to have misplaced this log somehow!

[the_highcost]

Kahve was such a mainstay with a lot of people now, and Death was rather proud of that. Maybe she didn't know what she was doing when she took over the place, but she knew what she was doing now.

More or less, really. There were still a few kinks to work out, but she was hiring those who needed to work, and if she could at least provide steady employment, then that was okay in her book. Plus, more workers meant she had more time to sit and talk with some people who came in for a little bit more then the coffee.

And those who didn't, as she watched Harry Dresden get his coffee as usual and go outside, again, as usual. And for right now, she was in a pretty talkative mood, as she slid out the door and made her way to the table. It was cold, but then, that had never mattered to her.

No worries!

[dresden4hire]

Harry had seen the dark haired young woman around before at the shop, although he wasn't aware that she was the owner. As soon as it was obvious she was going to share the table with him he stood up, towering over the girl, and gave her a small smile. She seemed somewhat familiar to him but he couldn't quite place it.

"Hi," he said, gesturing to the chair opposite him. "I think I've seen you around here before. Actually, I see you here quite a bit now that I think about it."

[the_highcost]

"Hey yourself," She grinned, taking a seat opposite him and leaning back in her chair. She should have made time to come in and check in on him; he'd grown up more since the last time she had checked.

"Well, I wouldn't make a good owner if people didn't see me much, would I?" Her grin softened. "And I have seen you around here a lot. Black coffee, nothing fancy, right?"

[dresden4hire]

Harry’s eyes narrowed a bit as he tried to place the girl, and it seemed like he just about knew but couldn’t place it. It was going to drive him crazy. He supposed he could have had Lash help, but he was uncomfortable with relying on her for much.

“I’m not really a fancy type guy,” Harry admitted, although it wasn’t like that wasn’t obvious at first glance. “If there was something more plain than black coffee, I would have ordered that.”