The afternoon was cool and warm even though a light breeze was carrying the smell of salt water further and further inland. The sun was bright in the sky not even in it's midway point. It made sense that it wouldn't be since it was only ten in the morning. Niamh glanced at tthe watch resting on her slender wrist before heading off to the local coffee spot she liked to visit on her time off.
Stopping outside the shop she snagged one of the newspapers that the owner kept stacked up next to the door. She was still looking for a good job. Apparently Bartenders weren't in great need like Kestral had told her. Keeping her sigh bottled up inside she headed towards the front counter to place her usual order of Irish Coffee and some butter biscuits.
After chatting with the girl behind the counter for a moment Niamh took her steaming cup and settled into one of the tables near the door. She flipped open her paper heading straight for the Help wanted section. Maybe she'd luck out and find something today was sthe wishful thought she had.
He would never admit it, but lately his addiction to coffee had gone through the roof. Sure, there was the simple fact that he had a lycans constitution and it took a lot to get drunk or feed the additions he had as a human, but the Irish coffee sold not to far from the studio was to die for. Not literally of course, but you get the picture.
Humming on his breath the younger Stephens caught the scent of cat just as he was about to open the door and blinked. Not leopard but close enough…panther. Nice to know that he wasn’t the only cat that used the place he groused to himself in the back of his head as he entered the small coffee shop.
Julian would follow on later he knew that, but in the crowded little store, he almost pivoted and walked back out. Crowds he could deal with on a minor basis, a few moments tops before he felt like he was going to drown. Nothing more then a stupid phobia from childhood but still a phobia.
Swallowing slightly his eyes flicked over the tables searching and his cat paced beneath the surface of his skin, as he shook off the skin tingling uncontrollable fear. Threading his way over to the counter he ordered an Irish coffee, his movements where more methodical then they had been when he’d first entered, but he lived with it. Paying, he cast the girl at the counter a charming smile all the while feeling eyes on the back of his kneck.
Niamh took a sip of her steaming drink before she sat it down next to the newspaper. She grabbed a pen out of her shoulder bag before leaning forward to have a better look at the printed words in front of her. Seconds later the bell connected to the front door ran letting the owner know he had another guest to serve. She was set to pay in no mind till the scent of Leopard reached her nose.
A litte started that she could now pick out the scent of leopard Niamh raised bright grren eyes and watched as a young man entered the coffee shop. It wasn't anyone she knew by sight by she had meet so few people since arriving that it didn't surprise her in the least. He was good looking she mussed to herself as she watched him head to the counter and order a drink. While he was busy making small talk she looked around noticing for the first time that the shop seemed busy than usual. When she glanced up she happened to meet the eyes of the leopard and inclined her head to the empty seat across from herself.
Their eyes met and a spark of longing flittered through his chest. For some strange reason the woman reminded him of Ireland and all its beauty. Sure people could look it up on the internet but you had to have actually gone there once in your life to appreciate the place. It was strange. Sitting on a plane had made him long for the ground he’d grown up on, and then when he had got to Miami the feeling of longing had vanished. A slight smirk lit his face, that was probably because he hated heights but thinking on it, after months he hadn’t really thought of Ireland until then.
Weaving his way through the tables he dodged the old couple as the stood, normally that would have set him off onto an anger rush but he just shrugged it off. Some days he was impulsive, and anger management was something Jules had suggested looking into. Nearing the table he inclined his head, “How ya doing?” there was no mistaking the brogue.