[The similarities are extremely eerie. Oren towers over her and Iona, like a tall graceful tree of a man sculpted to have feminine features, but an imposing physicality.]
From time to time it was quiet and peaceful; you'll have days (or evenings, I took the late shifts) where you wouldn't be able to distinguish it from a normal cafe save for some of the customers who were clearly not from our side of the woods.
... They didn't really need an extra barista, but Iona was insistent. Said it was good for me. More than a year ago, I wouldn't have been able to tell a latte from a cappuccino or cared enough to know the difference.
[She's quite different now.]
And I wouldn't think I'd end up in hell, texting a wizard who has centuries over me.
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From time to time it was quiet and peaceful; you'll have days (or evenings, I took the late shifts) where you wouldn't be able to distinguish it from a normal cafe save for some of the customers who were clearly not from our side of the woods.
... They didn't really need an extra barista, but Iona was insistent. Said it was good for me. More than a year ago, I wouldn't have been able to tell a latte from a cappuccino or cared enough to know the difference.
[She's quite different now.]
And I wouldn't think I'd end up in hell, texting a wizard who has centuries over me.