Maya, was well trained, and that meant not betraying was she thought or felt. When her phone chimed with the message about Dante the Shifter, she was surprised. The Order clearly already knew him, and wanted him. But damn that man, he had saved her ass a few hours ago, and wasn't about to rat out to Tuttle that he was sitting one booth over. Beside, she was curious about him, and wanted to know more about the idiot who stole a vampire's prized possession. If she could give Bertie his gem back maybe they could go back to trying to kill each other. Or at least pretend to. Bertie loved teasing the crap out of her even though he was mostly as gay as they came. Most of the supes she managed to kill weren't much liked by anyone. She got the job done while maintaining a sort of status quo. All out war wasn't going to be good for the ignorant bastards that populated the rest of the world.<br/><br/>"I'll have three croissants, scrambled eggs, bacon, strawberry jam, orange juice and a pot of coffee," she smiled sweetly at the gum chewing waitress.<br/><br/>"...sure, honey," came the slightly nasal reply, "and you handsome?" Tuttle placed his order and waited until she had left before asking Maya what she made of the  message from the Order.<br/><br/>"I didn't get a good look at him unfortunately," replied Maya, he was moving so fast. He seems youngish, but he had a hood on so I didn't even get to see his hair color." The waitress returned with their breakfast. Oatmeal with fruit and coffee for Tuttle, the rest for her. Maya grinned and slid a croissant onto his tray.<br/><br/>"I insist."<br/><br/>"Well, in that case I accept."<br/><br/>It was  a ritual. He would order healthy and she would insist he try the croissants, and bacon.<br/><br/>Maya wondered about the handsome man in the other booth, was he listening? He clearly wasn't afraid, he wasn't trying to run away or shift. He had clearly been around the Order long enough to know what attracted the wrong kind of attention. Who was he? She suspected that he would follow her so she would need to avoid going to her apartment, but then Tuttle might notice that she wasn't heading to her crib. Now what?