Late Night Coffee

It was winding down to a slow night. The cafe opened at six thirty in the morning, closed at three thirty in the morning, which worked for me. I went to school early afternoon and got to work late evening. My headaches have been coming up less and less as of recently, so I've been wondering if the local vampires have been pulling out or was my abilities just vanishing as I got older? I certainly hope it was the former. As for what I was doing? Well, I was at work, cleaning out one of the pots and getting ready to grab another one when I noticed a couple of kids, probably my age, surfing the web.

Some hocus Paranormal website, I knew was BS. They claimed vampires had no reflections at all, and if you made a wreathe of garlic and hung it on your door it stopped them from coming into your home. It would stop potential guests, maybe, but not vampires hard set on breaking and entering. To be honest, I don't think the average joe had much to worry about vampire home invasion, these things are more methodical and less overt on doing things. They wanted your blood? They'd get you into an alleyway or seduce you to an apartment and take the nick on your neck.

My hair was a motley brown mostly, sitting short cut and spiking all over the place on my head. The only time it didn't do that was after a shower simply because I only washed it and didn't style it, why bother? My glasses were what some people might have called the "Hot Teacher" look, being thin rectangles but covered over my eyes well enough, half frames too. I had an odd set of hazel eyes, one seemed a bit blue while the other had more brown in it, but both had a base of hazel. My outfit was the Cafe's norm, a cream apron with a white under shirt and a pair of khaki pants. It wasn't regulation, but I was wearing my dark brown hiking boots, our manager wasn't that strict on the dress code thankfully.

“Kyle!” Came a quick snap and I realized I was spacing out. “Oh, Julia, yeah...wussup?” I asked, looking over to my supervising coworker.

“I asked if you could grab a couple new pots for me.”

“Oh, yeah, sorry.” I said, setting the one I had down and reaching into the clean rack to hand her two new pots. “Kinda slow tonight, huh?” I asked and she simply nodded, heading to work up another order.

That was when my headache slowed in. It was nothing too heavy, didn't even need painkillers for it or anything. Though they still wouldn't anyway. It seemed nothing medical stopped them, thankfully I can deal with them easily enough. I looked to the door, seeing a group of three people walking in and snapping a quickie with my phone before vanishing into the back once more. I looked at the phone and cursed myself, the image was of their chests and the counter, nothing else.

“Oh well...” I said to myself. My shift was almost over anyway, getting a decent lateness into the night now. I could scout out around the place, maybe work on some parkour that I recently read about. I was by no means chubby or athletic, so I knew I needed work but I was still a teen. I can easily get focused on working out more and getting in shape, so this was a great side-project for me.

Nights seemed to be longer and longer the more I stayed up with them, was it a nocturnal thing? Did vampires feel like this, the night dragging on longer than just some hours the more they went about things? Well, I was still human so I wouldn't know. Maybe if I actually talked with one...but what Vampire would talk to a barista or a video blogger even? Not gonna happen any time soon I imagined.