Want a cupcake? [Luca, or Invite][NR]

'Mmmm... hot chocolate with marshmallows and whipped cream, just how I like it.', she thought to herself as she sipped from the straw that barely poked out of the mountain of whipped cream that sat on top of the warm liquid. Her eyes closed in a moment of bliss and a smile formed across her face.

This cafe was great. She'd been coming here every single day since she first saved the bank across the street, something she had done twice now. The elderly waitress was always a sweetheart, and the hot chocolate was the best Niala had ever tasted. Plus, the plate of random sweets like cupcakes, cookies, ect, that sat in the middle of her table helped too.

A sketchbook sat in front of her, a halfway finished three headed werewolf showing plainly on the page, but she couldn't be bothered with it, she was too busy sitting in her window booth that she always sat in, working on her hot chocolate. She deserved it after doing for Demi what she could, and having to deal with the mind fuckery of a headache she had had since then; a headache which had finally begun to die down.

"One cupcake, please. And a cup of coffee, with three shots of expresso." Fingers drummed the countertop as the male waited eagerly for his treat. It had been a long time since he'd had either, and he felt he was loooong overdue. His mouth salivated at the prospect of something gloriously strong and sweet.

"Oh!, please, make that a large!" A wide smile was offered to the elderly waitress, red eyes shining bright as he waited for his order to be filed. A chocolate cupcake, topped with chocolate frosting! The male waited, watching with ravenous eyes.

Off to the side, another waiter was making of coffee. The male took a deep breath, savoring the delectable smell of the caffine. "Please, open me a tab. I'll be here for a bit."

The small female had picked up her pencil and began again on her life-like looking drawing when she heard the male place his order. Cup in one hand and pencil in the other she didn't bother looking up as she took another long draw through the straw, her face taking on that blissful expression once more.

"That's a whole lot of caffeine.", her voice was soft, gentle, as she spoke, but loud enough to easily carry to where the male was. The words were nothing more than a statement, no judgmental tone in her voice at all: not that she could say much, this was her third hot chocolate for the day and she didn't plan on stopping anytime soon.

"Not that I can really judge... I'm partial to the hot chocolate myself." With that said she took another long draw through her straw, pencil still scratching away at the paper in front of her.