Albus was walking down the street at six am just as he has done every morning before. He bought a newspaper at the stand. The headlines said something about some cure that was invented but he didn't pay any attention to that because he flipped immediately to the comics. "Hah...Flintsones. Why do you have a talking sabertooth?" He asked the paper as if it could speak to him. He continued to walk down the street to his favorite cafe. Crave.

For two hours Albus pressed his face against the glass door waiting for the shop to open. It always opened at exactly eight am each day. The time was now eight O two. Eight O Two! He knew the apocalypse would start today. He began to panic as there were nobody to open the door.

"DEMONS!!!" He cried into the air. "Seal this door no more! Let me iiiiinnnnn!!!!!!!!!!" He screeched starting to sob now on the ground

Hadrian Douwell

Again he had gotten up around four in the mourning because of sleeping issues, he had been having insomnia for quite some time but he dealt with it by working out in the morning when that would happen so that at night he could tired enough to actually get his eyes to close. He would go to the basement and work on the punching bag, he would do pull-ups on the bars, push-ups and just about every ups and pushes you could possibly think of.

"DEMONS!!!" He heard a loud cry coming from outside and he noticed it as the voice of one of the most frequent customers in the cafe, Albus, "Seal this door no more! Let me iiiiinnnnn!!!!!!!!!!"

Hadrian got a towel to wipe off his seat and he put back on his simple shirt so that he couldn't look minimally presentable to answer the door. He went up and got to the door where the man stood, "Sir, I regret to inform you that we aren't open yet."

Hadrian made sure to be polite and well educated, he was good at that sort of thing because the number of people he had worked under that would have literally killed him if he didn't speak properly made him become very careful about his language use. He also tried not to have that usual scary look on his face but he still didn't crack a smile.

I'm late I'm late I'm late!

Alina ran, her slim frame and dainty feet made barely any sounds at all as she raced clumsily through the streets with a book bag on one shoulder and an endless bundle of groceries in her left arm. The blonde - oh, the irony - was followed by a trail of fallen mandarin oranges. In her right hand, she dragged a humongous orange suitcase that was very nearly double her size. It was her first day of work at the Crave Cafe and already she was late. She was meant to be there by 7am and she was already 1 hour and 3 minutes late.

At least I'll live there from today on so I won't be late anymore.

Lies. Of course she'd still be late.

Why would they make me buy mandarin oranges on the way here? They don't even have oranges on the menu! she wept in her thoughts.

The young beauty stared down at her feet as she pummelled her way through the streets in all her long, straight-haired and oh-so-very blonde glory. Her clothes and hair fell perfectly around her. She was clumsy, late and running but messy, she was not.

"I'm sorry!" she cried as she neared Crave.

Alina's delicate figure crashed into a tall, built man with green hair multiple shades darker than her own emerald eyes. She crashed right into his back and he fell as she did. Alina squeezed her eyes shut as they tumbled, waiting for the impact of floor on skull but strangely enough, it didn't hurt at all. She opened her bright green eyes and looked around in confusion. I'm upright, she mused. What happened to the man?

Smooth legs wrapped around the lanky man's waist, Alina was sitting on him. She didn't know this, of course - being Alina. Her eyes met bare feet. Oh no. Oooohh no. Anyone but him. Her forest gaze trailed up - shorts, ripped body: oh nice, stern light brown eyes, obsidian black hair - Hadrian Douwell.

I'm going to die a horrible, agonising death.

"I-I'm so sorry Mr. Douwell," she mumbled, looking at his lips to avoid his eyes. "I was... Oranges. Sleep. Case suit. Dinosaurs. You look wonderful today!"

Alina panicked, her eyes flitting left and right to find something to talk about so she didn't have to deal with Mr. Douwell. Then, she got it.

Her puzzled, large green eyes met the senior staff's gaze of light brown. "So where's that man that was at the door? He just disappeared,"

Berdy came walking up the street with no haste, but still managed to watch some air headed blonde girl tackle somebody in front of the door. When he reached them about ten seconds later she still hadn't gotten off of him. Berdy just shrugged and nodded at Hadrian whilst walking through the door. He then sat down at the computer and started to get to work on setting up a WI-FI for shop, who would want to go to a coffee shop with no WI-FI anyway. Luckily the place already had a wireless connection, Berdy just had to take down the password and make it free to connect to. But, first he would have to set up firewalls on the wireless so people couldn't be fished by passing hackers. "Well this is gunna be a huge pain in the ass." Berdy mumbled to himself paying no attention to whatever was going on outside. Berdy slipped in a disc that would begin installing the firewalls and then went off to pass the time it would take to install.

Berdy brought his stuff upstairs to the room were he would be staying. Then found the shower and began washing off whatever filth Alberto had left him.

Hadrian Douwell

The sudden attack of a blond girl sort of surprised Hadrian but he didn't jump nor did he show any sort of facial expression but he did stare down at the girl. She was so small and fragile compared to Hadrian which made the task simpler for him. He grabbed her under her arms lifted her off of Albus and set her on her feet next to him. He had completely ignored her babbling about oranges and dinosaurs and he had definitely put aside her vain attempt to make him excuse her for her impoliteness toward Albus.

"I'm sorry sir, she's a new junior and seems to be late at the moment," Hadrian didn't give her a harsh glare but he knew that saying that already made her feel bad enough so her turned to her and said, "second floor, put your things away and you might as well get dressed and wake up the others."

Once that was said another junior came through but he didn't even say a word, he just walked right by the both of them and started installing the WI-FI. Since he was working on that Hadrian saw no use in scolding him for his impoliteness because he knew that the Manager would take care of all the junior's attitudes.

Hadrian helped Ablus back up and swept the dust off of him then forgave himself in Alina's place.

Albus was just attacked by some big titty girl who was apparently new at the shop. The man who had so harshly said he could not come in yet was helping him up. It was a perfect opportunity. "Well I apreciate the help but I've been coming here for years and the shop always opens at eight O clock. Now why isn't it open yet? I need my usual to continue my day." He told the man. He really wanted his Americano, his cappachino, his two latte, and his countryside breakfast.

Alina was lifted onto her feet in one smooth movement, Hadrian Douwell looked like he'd just picked up a child's abandoned rag doll. She glanced around, eyeing the new man who'd walked in. A slither of anxiety creeped up her spine. The ceiling's going to fall. They'll kidnap me and lock me in a dungeon and feed me to the wolves when they're done. I have 2 minutes and 34 seconds to leave their sight before a terrorist bombs the ground floor.

"I'm sorry sir, she's a new junior and seems to be late at the moment," said the senior staff member cooly. Alina bit her lower lip, making her dimples sink in. He will kill me in my sleep. "second floor, put your things away and you might as well get dressed and wake up the others."

Giving Mr. Albert a stiff nod, Alina hastily left for the kitchen to put the oranges in an empty basket. Alina stood at the base of the stairs and counted the endless steps. She stared at her gigantic suitcase. She would have to lug two of herself up an entire flight of stairs. She gingerly picked up her suitcase in her arms, hugging the large orange case filled with "essentials" to her chest. Alina took the first step - and fell backwards. She landed on her back with a thump. The small girl was buried under her unusually large suitcase. I'm going to die of suffocation. Alina wiggled around and finally crawled out from the bottom of the heavy case.

"Well I apreciate the help but I've been coming here for years and the shop always opens at eight O clock. Now why isn't it open yet? I need my usual to continue my day."

I'll have to see the man I fell on everyday? He'll kidnap me and sell me to an underground research lab. Alina realised she'd been staring at the tall men, she quickly stared back down at her feet. "I'll get my bag later!" she announced in a rush. It was unnecessary and awkward but Alina herself was unnecessary and awkward.

Her dainty feet raced up the stairs, her long, soft hair and short pink skirt swaying as she did. The pretty blonde knocked on every door, repeating the same words every time her knuckles tapped on wood. "Time to get up. Make sure none of you are serial killers and check for explosives."

Alina showered - scrubbing her skin thrice and washing her hair twice. She brushed her teeth vigorously, scrubbing each tooth individually until it shone with a distinct white glow. She flossed, gargled and repeated. After washing her face in 10 different ways, Alina blow dried her hair and combed it exactly 500 times until it shone so brightly, it reflected all objects. She slipped on her ironed waitressing getup and pulled her hair into two symmetrical pony tails high on her head.

She did all of this in exactly 9 minutes.

Running down the stairs, Alina fell on her face.

Ivan was rudely awoken by the floor. Or, to be more precise, the pain of him hitting the floor after rolling out of his bed. The thin male groaned, and sat up, rubbing his side where it had smashed into the hard wood. Sleepily, he rubbed his eyes, trying to get them to stop being blurry with sleep. Ivan was not a morning person, a fact which was rather obvious by the fact that currently he looked like he had just been pulled out of the grave.

Slowly, the thin male rose to his feet, untangling strands of hair from his body. If someone would have asked him, Ivan probably would have claimed that his hair constantly tried to strangle him while he slept. Considering how it was often completely wrapped around him, this probably wasn't too strange of a hypothesis.

Stumbling slightly, Ivan walked over to his closet, grabbing the first outfit he spotted: gray-blue skinny jeans and a button down shirt of a similar colour. The shirt had a couple of wrinkles in it here and there, probably because it had been laying in a crumpled heap on the floor. Ivan wasn't exactly the type to take excellent care of his clothes, and, to him, 'folding' meant throwing them on the floor and imagining that they wouldn't get any wrinkles in them. That sort of path usually didn't work out all that well, but Ivan wasn't the sort of guy who easily changed his habits.

By the time he was struggling with brushing his hair, someone had knocked on his door, saying something about making sure to that he was not a serial killer. Ivan almost laughed at this - who on earth would actually admit they were a serial killer, even if they were actually one? He wasn't one, of course. Killing was a bit too... crude... for Ivan's liking, and, it left this great big gaping hole in life that needed to be filled. It would be so much easier to just ignore the person or something.

Eventually, the thin male gave up on brushing his hair, and instead just pulled it into a loose, messy ponytail. He grabbed a stack of notebooks, as well as a pencil and an entire pack of coloured pens - he liked to colour code things, obviously - and walked out of his room.

Walking down the stairs, Ivan suddenly heard a thump from behind him, and instinctively stepped to the side. This evasive moment proved to be futile, though, when a small blonde female smashed into his shoulder, clearly having falling down the stairs. Ivan's reaction was not the happiest.

"Who on earth are you?!"

"Who on earth are you?!"

Alina - who's clothes and hair remained flawless as expected - stared up at a rather tall, heart bracingly beautiful man. Though he was lanky, Alina was still smaller than him. He had endless, wavy crimson hair and the loveliest face she'd ever seen on a man. His lashes were thick and curled, almost rivalling hers in length. Alina gawked for a bit, her plump lips slightly parted.

Then, she started crying. Or rather, wailing. Alina buried her face at his neck - she reached right above his shoulder and right under his chin - and clung onto him - for someone so small, she could give a killer hug. She held him like he was an Angel amongst Demons. The grumpy man was the strangest man she'd seen the entire day and definitely the rudest, yet somehow she felt comforted by him. Perhaps it was his curious hazel eyes that reminded her of her brother - Galen. Then she remembered.

Galen left me.

Abruptly pulling back, Alina wiped the tears from her face with her palm. She regarded Galen with new eyes. The guy is weird and rude. He's probably a serial killer and you're going to die before you serve your first customer, she chastised herself.

Alina resisted the urge to haughtily look down her nose at the long haired man - which wouldn't have worked, anyway, since he was a head taller than her - and bowed instead. "I'm so sorry for running into you," she apologised, her two neat and blonde pony tails swinging forward. She didn't mention her awkward weeping session. "I'm new here. J-junior staff member. Leila Chan- Lina. Alina! I'm Alina Chantrea - I'm so sorry, I forgot my name! Pleased to meet you... Sir...?" she mumbled all of this to the floor.

Straightening her spine and pointedly looking at the pretty man's lips to avoid his eyes, Alina's face was perfect and no trace of crying could be seen. In a rush, she squealed in her feminine voice, "Please don't kill me! If you're possessed, I'm sorry for running into you. I love demons!" she quickly added as she waved her hands around the slim man, chanting something in another language. "BEGONE!"

Alina quickly turned around, tripped - and fell for the 4th time that day.

Berdy got out of the shower and dried off thinking that the firewalls would have downloaded by now, so he got dressed and headed back down stairs when he heard some girl yell out, "Time to get up. Make sure none of you are serial killers and check for explosives." At that Berdy made a small sigh and muttered to himself, "She is really going to hate Alberto if serial killers and explosives are her two biggest fears." Berdy then walked back down stairs and stepped over the girl on the ground if she asked he would help her up, but there was no way he was going to risk getting yelled at or something for being to nice, at that he sat back down at the computer to begin configuring the firewalls, which should have taken hours, but Berdy could do it in just a few minutes.

When he was done with that he drew up a small sign that said, Free WI-FI and taped it to the counter with the cash register. Then he sat back down and waited for the seniors to wake up and start training them to do whatever it was that they did here.

Hadrian Douwell

"Well I apreciate the help but I've been coming here for years and the shop always opens at eight O clock. Now why isn't it open yet? I need my usual to continue my day."

Hadrian didn't give an immediate answer. He actually stood in the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest until he heard Alina yelling and knocking on the doors to wake everyone up. Then he stepped aside put one hand behind his back extended the other one out to guide Albus into the cafe.

"Please, frequent customer, come one in and we will be at your service," Hadrian said politely.

He wasn't dressed or even showered but he couldn't leave Albus in the hands of a junior. And that was when he noticed Ivan and Alina coming down the stairs with a very terrible outcome of it all because Alina fell onto Ivan and it caused a turmoil, "Who on earth are you?!"

A whole conversation went on with Alina and herself and when she finally got up she fell once again. Hadrian then got an idea. He turned ont he lights of the cafe and noticed the Berdy had finished installing the Free WI-FI so then he turned his attention to Ivan.

"Ivan, please show Alina how we welcome a guest and how we serve," he walked towards Ivan and got to the stairs then whispered in his ear, "Keep a sharp eye on her."

When he was about to climb the stairs to take his shower and dress appropriately he noticed an odd orange suitcase so he picked it up and brought it up the stairs then placed it in the new room to be taken by Alina, "I'm bringing up your suitcase and putting it in your room," Hadrian said to Alina.

After that he took a shower brushed his teeth, didn't bother combing his hair, made himself presentable and put on his usual waiters suit. Once he was finished he went around and knocked on the doors again saying, "Get up or you'll be practicing with me tomorrow morning."

No one liked it when Hadrian said that because they knew that practicing with him was like fighting with a bear for three hours on end. After he gave out his last warning for everyone to get up he descended the stairs and went to the kitchen where he could start to prepare for Albus.

Were all people here insane, Ivan wondered. This girl certainly seemed to be a few pints short when it came to sanity. And, clearly, she had separation issues or something of the like, or she was overly clingy, considering how she currently appeared to be on the verge of making Ivan suffer from death by hug. The thin male stood there rather awkwardly as he felt the skin of his neck gradually get more and more wet with the girl's tears. What did he do now?! Ivan was never good with handling people who were upset, usually leaving it up to others to comfort them.

He tried to avoid sighing in annoyance as the girl introduced herself. How many other new people were going to arrive?! Couldn't the managers of the cafe have at least given him a warning that he was suddenly going to be slammed in the face with so much change? "I'm Ivan Novaček," he said, his voice sounding halfway in between annoyed and exhausted. Ivan had realised it would probably be a good idea to introduce himself to this girl.

His brow furrowed in confusion as the girl suddenly started talking about demons. Did she even know what the word 'cohesive' meant?! "I'm not a demon," he muttered, annoyed. His lips twisted into a thin scowl as he watched the girl trip down the stairs, again. Good grief. How clumsy could one person be?! He made a mental note to not allow her to serve any customers.

When Hadrian passed him, Ivan gave a curt nod, his only action showing that he had heard what Hadrian had just told him about keeping an eye on the girl. He walked down the stairs, surveying the cafe to see who was already there. Of course, Albus Percute was there. Even though Ivan had only been working at Crave for a couple of days, he had noticed that Albus practically lived at the cafe, and was clearly rather fond of getting on the workers' nerves.

"Come on," he said to Alina, pushing her in the direction of the counter behind which all the employees worked. "There's no time for dawdling. Wash your hands." 'Nice' was never a word that could be used to describe Ivan, especially when he was in the kitchen. He liked order and control, and therefore would be a complete bully if that ended up in order.

The thin male quickly washed his hands at one of the sinks, before beginning to turn on all the different machines that they would be using throughout the day. All of them made assorted groaning noises, as if someone was just waking them up. Ivan was a tad strange in the way of how he saw any sort of inanimate object as a human, and how he seemed to treat all humans as if they were inanimate objects.

"I'm bringing up your suitcase and putting it in your room," said the muscular and admittedly attractive senior staff member Hadrian Douwell. Alina rubbed her upturned nose - she hoped she wouldn't have a bruise from the fall. Alina had to look perfect. She pursed her lips to the side, making her dimples sink in, as she watched Hadrian climb the stairs carrying her massive orange suitcase like it weighed next to nothing. It would be so easy for Hadrian to kill her if he could carry something twice her weight with such breeze - he could pick her up and throw her off a cliff. Alina fiddled with the beige frills of her skirt, wishing she could shrink away and disappear.

Come on," Ivan who'd introduced himself with reluctance, said. "There's no time for dawdling. Wash your hands." Alina was shuffled behind the counter. She did as she was told, listening as Ivan chugged the machines to life - the red haired man seemed to have a fondness for objects. Alina wished she was an object. She wished she was an object in a secluded corner with no brain to know any better.

The water ran through her fingers and Alina was drowning.

Quickly turning the tap off after realising she'd been standing there for quite some time, Alina took a step away from the sink and stood still. She imagined how the stove might explode at any minute and a part of her wished it would. She wouldn't mind shattering into pieces. She'd probably be a lot more useful as an organ donor. Listening to the hum of the kitchen, Alina wished she could sink into the floor.

Fade away into oblivion and be Alina no more.

Suddenly, it was as if a wave of tranquility washed Alina the clumsy and paranoid girl away and replaced her with a whole new set of traits. She stood taller, with an air of no-nonsense about her. This was what they wanted her to be so this was what she would be. Her face was blank, unreadable, foreign. Her emerald eyes paled, their brightness fading and turning into a wintry green.

Alina strode towards Hadrian and placed a delicate hand on his and asked for the drinks of the customer she'd fallen on. "Okay," she acknowledged after he told her. Americano, Cappuccino and two lattes. As if in a trance, she made the drinks at the barista near the sitting area. She moved quickly and precisely, not clumsy at all. Alina couldn't cook for the life of her - it was one of the many things she'd failed at - but she could make beverages likes a Goddess.

Balancing the drinks on a brown plate, she glided towards the green haired man, setting his drinks down gently without spilling a drop despite the fullness of it. The Cappucino and lattes had intricate designs of lion heads on the froth. She beamed brightly, teeth practically sparkling in his face as her dimples deepened on both sides of her cheeks. "Enjoy your drinks, sir! I apologise for running into you earlier. I hope you're not injured. I'm terribly sorry, once again. Do you need anything else, sir?"

She was slightly bowed at her hips and her incredibly short skirt barely covered her butt. The tables were low and she had to tilt her head slightly to look into the dark eyed customer's eyes, making the long blonde pony tails on both sides of her head swing forward.

"And - oh, I'm afraid I don't know your name."

Amaya had been practicing dance in her room when she heard the not very happy Ivan and had quickly gotten dressed in a lime green tank top and dark purple with green stripes skirt, This was when she normally made a quick dart to get ready and down the steps before Hadrian got to her room, not because she couldnt handle his work out simply because she didnt want to do his on top of her own four housr of martial arts and dance.. Her hair was left down to tickle her waist and a bow hide one dark eye, once dressed she padded out of her room and went to help the new girl, she slide gently beside her and her blank face rested on the all to perfect movements of the girls and smirked at Albus. Amaya had been their for a couple monthes and new him pretty well by now and had a few tricks to deal woth him. "Morning Albus how is the new server working? I hope you are well." She asked sweetly as she gently pushed on Alina's back to make her stand up striaght, it was unslightly for the girls butt to be on display, Her calming voice was ment to side track from the girls rambaling as she had learned years ago it would. Once she had 'fixed' what she could she calmly walked toward Hadrian, "You dont look happy this morning? Did you wake up late and have Albus screaming at the door?" She teased in her light voice as she walked past to make herself a quick breakfast, other then Albus she had learned in her few monthes that no one really came in for an hour giving her time for lunch.

Albus drank his drinks greedily, one at a time. After finishing his latte he sighed, the coffee was as excellent as always. The first time he tasted the drink was when he found a wild tree growing the beans. He had heard the bartender in the town he left that the beans were bitter when boiled in water. He used mint leaves though so it wasn't as bad. A very aquired taste to it, one that he doubted many people here would have.

He looked up at the waitress. "My names Albus Percute. Also I'll order a mediteranian omlette, grapefruit juice, a pomegranate, an englsh muffin, two fried eggs, and four pancakes with maple syrup on top." He told her while reaching into his pocket. He pulled out twenty pounds and held it out to her. "It's yours if I can get a name back."

"My names Albus Percute. Also I'll order a mediteranian omlette, grapefruit juice, a pomegranate, an englsh muffin, two fried eggs, and four pancakes with maple syrup on top." Alina scribbled the order down on a small notepad. "Mediterranean omelette, grapefruit juice, pomegranate, english muffin, two fried eggs and four pancakes with maple syrup," she repeated. This man could eat.

A purple haired girl came up behind her and pushed her spine upright. Surprised, Alina didn't catch what the girl said to Albus. The girl tugged the blonde's skirt down as she left. Alina smiled at her appreciatively. Just as the young new waitress was about to return to the kitchen to put the order down, Albus handed her twenty pounds. She raised a perfectly arched eyebrow.

"It's yours if I can get a name back."

Alina smiled, her pink lips tilting upwards at the edges, flashing her cute dimples. Placing a pale and slim hand on Albus' twenty, she pushed it gently back towards him. "Alina. Alina Chantrea. I'm new here, as you can probably tell by my amateur movements. I hope you liked the coffee, by the way. I made it," she beamed proudly. "You seem to be a regular here. Maybe you could give me some pointers some time," she winked before sauntering off to the kitchen.

She read the order out loud and scribbled it on a board in the kitchen with her cursive scrawl.

The bell hanging on the door of Crave cafe rang as it opened. Slipping out, Alina quickly stood by the door and bowed deeply. "Welcome to Crave Cafe. Please, have a seat." She gestured towards a corner booth, leading the customer in. When she turned around, she found herself looking at a man large enough to rival a building. She gulped. The dark skinned man loomed over her - he was several heads taller than her.

"Hello," he squealed. Alina stared with confusion - the man had the voice of a two year old baby. "I'm George," he grumbled. Alina nodded and handed him a menu. She walked briskly into the kitchen - and burst out laughing.

((sorry for the short post, just a little hectic with school and all. . .))

Hadrian Douwell

When he came back down, Amaya was with Alina and Ivan. She was always so perky and active which gave life to the cafe, "You dont look happy this morning? Did you wake up late and have Albus screaming at the door?"

Hadrian grumbled then answered, "Bad dream."

He went into the kitchen and turned on the stoves, he knew that soon many customers would arrive for their usual breakfasts and some customers were new so only the best could be given. When he got a pan over one of the stove Alina came in and started bursting into laughter.

"May I know what makes you feel like laughing?" Hadrian interrupted her moment, "Or maybe do you have something better to do, like give me a customer's order?"

Alina beamed at Hadrian, cocking her hip to the side and giving Hadrian a once-over, she wiped the tears of laughter from her eyes and smiled brightly. "Oh, nothing, love. Same order still applies for Albus: Mediterranean omelette, grapefruit juice, pomegranate, english muffin, two fried eggs and four pancakes with maple syrup," she said, tapping on the white board in the kitchen. "We just had a... Cute little customer come in," she chuckled lightly at 'little.'

Stepping out into the cafe, she strolled over to George. "You ready to order?"

"Uh... Uh, yeah," he mumbled in squeaky voice. "Avocado poached egg sandwich and diet coke please?" With his large head bowed, he handed the menu to Alina with his thick arms.

"Avocado poached egg sandwich and diet coke coming right up," she said with all the seriousness she could muster.

"And umm... I have a request," the large man squealed, grabbing Alina's wrist more tightly than he needed to. The small blonde winced at the pressure - her bones felt like they would break. "I need two dead blondes. No one specific. Just blonde."

Alina blinked, wide-eyed, as her fingers slowly creeped up to one of her two blonde pony tails. Curse blondness! "Okay...?" she asked-said slowly. George let go of her and she walked robotically towards the kitchen. She pushed the door open and stood there for a long moment. She wasn't sure whether she wanted to laugh, cry or scream bloody murder so she just stood still as she did all of the above in her head.

"He wants an avocado poached egg sandwich, a diet coke and two dead blondes," she mumbled, as if in a trance. Her emerald eyes appeared vacant - staring off into hell for all anyone knew. She swayed a bit -

and crumbled to the floor.

Albus waited for the breakfast to come but to wait he watched the waitress take an order from another customer. He had a high squeaky voice but was as large as an ox. He listened to the squeaker order his food than he grabbed Alina's wrist and Albus instantly tensed. She walked back into the kitchen. Albus got up, walked over to the squeaker who was now sitting, and sat opposite to the man. He leaned in to speak to the man.

"Listen here squeaker." Albus said in a dead silent tone that nobody else besides"I saw what you did there and quite frankly I don't like the staff of my favorite cafe being harrassed by anyone besides me. So if you ever try that again I promise that you'll end up in a situation that not even the soul of Judas would trade Hell for. As for that." He pointed to the man's hand that grabbed Alina's wrist. "That belongs to me now. So I would watch yourself for now on. Have a nice meal." He finished with a wicked grin. He left the man to ponder on the words that came from Albus' lips and he sat down in his ordered booth. That man was in for one Hell of a day after he leaves the cafe.

Hadrian Douwell

"Oh, nothing, love. Same order still applies for Albus: Mediterranean omelette, grapefruit juice, pomegranate, english muffin, two fried eggs and four pancakes with maple syrup," she said, tapping on the white board in the kitchen. "We just had a. . . Cute little customer come in," she chuckled lightly.

Alina seemed to be a very positive girl a very bubbly sort of person but he was glad that she came into the kitchen to laugh about the customers or else business would go down. He didn't scold her for what she said because he remembered when he would meet some odd people. He wouldn't laugh but they would surprise him.

When she stepped back outside Hadrian started cooking the eggs and pancakes for Albus. He always wondered how the man could eat so much but then he started to hypothesize that maybe the guy ordered a lot so that he could stay longer int he cafe. The kitchen staff started arriving after Hadrian had put everything to fry and so he could go and take people's orders and maybe find a job on top.

Alina came in before Hadrian could make his way out and she seemed in a trance. Something had happened, something that Hadrian guessed was a bit too much for her to bear.

"He wants an avocado poached egg sandwich, a diet coke and two dead blondes," she mumbled.

After saying her that she fell and Hadrian just barely caught her in his arms. A customer must have asked her for a job but that was no job to give for a junior and no way to ask for it to be done. Hadrian asked a cook for some ice, there was nowhere to place Alina comfortably so he sat down with his legs spread and his back straight so that Alina could sit against him like a chair. He put ice on her head and asked a cook to get Amaya and tell her to come take care of Alina while he would speak with the customer who spoke with her.

The cook went out and found Amaya, "Hadrian has asked you to come to the kitchen."

Two dead blondes two dead blondes dead blondes blonde blonde.

"I'm blonde..." she whispered to no one in particular. She snuggled against her brother, Galen's chest. "You know, it was recently discovered research causes Cancer in rats." Smiling contentedly, Alina wrapped her arms around the man. "You'll protect me, won't you? Mmm... When did you dye your hair black? Is that cologne?" Alina stiffened, slowly winding her head up to look into light brown eyes. She gawked in fear or embarrassment, she wasn't sure.

Hadrian Douwell.

What she felt every time she saw the senior staff member was hard to describe. It was half fangirl crush and half run-for-your-bloody-life fear.

Alina gradually creaked her head away, facing forwards and away from Hadrian. There was an ice pack on her blonde head as her green eyes stayed frozen wide in complete shock. I'm sitting on Hadrian Douwell. Alina wasn't sure if she should cry or die of bliss. It felt like sitting on a celebrity. No, it was sitting on Angel Gabriel himself. More like Hades.

But hotter.

"D-D-Do we sell human meat?" she asked, staring down at her lap like it held the secrets to the world. She feared the senior staff's answer. How did she get herself into a cannibalistic cafe? Where did they get the humans from? Ex-employees they'd fired? The effort it took to hold her head and think made her dizzy - I'm going to be sick. Alina plonked her head back, her soft hair resting back on the tall man. If I'm going to die, I might as well die happy.

Outside
George eyed the green haired man wearily. He was easily several heads taller than the man but Albus had a strange air of power around him. "Listen here squeaker." The large man flinched, a vein pulsing on his forehead.

"I saw what you did there and quite frankly I don't like the staff of my favorite cafe being harrassed by anyone besides me. So if you ever try that again I promise that you'll end up in a situation that not even the soul of Judas would trade Hell for. As for that," the green haired man pointed at George's hand. "That belongs to me now. So I would watch yourself for now on. Have a nice meal."

"Sir, I don't know what you're talking about," his high pitched voice squawked. "I'm not harassing anyone. I'm placing an order. It's a pity you're not blonde."

George looked away, sticking his nose up like a small child. She needed two dead blondes to replace the two blonde corpses he'd lost. George was a funeral director, you see. Sure, blondes looked different but he'd asked for help from a local magician. He'd said as long as they were blonde, he could make them look as if they were the two fresh corpses he'd lost. As for how he'd lost the bodies - it was a long story.

The magician had suggested he go to Crave - apparently the staff here did all sorts of weird jobs and they never questioned their customers. They didn't care why as long as they were paid. George could work with that. The small blonde waitress seemed quite shell shocked, though. He wondered if the other staff would kill her since she was such a convenient head of hair.