It had been another one of those days and it was only 9am. Colleen was sporting a hangover, but that was nothing new, the black eye, that was fresh, a gift from the man that was leaving the cafe with his tail between his legs. The patrons would have heard the words she had for him when he had entered, she had shamed him to the extreme and was still fuming when she noticed her favorite customer come in and take a seat at his usual table. A slight frown touched her full lips as she brought her right hand up to her eye and winced a bit. She really didn't want him to see her in such a state, he always seemed so concerned after she had taken a beating in the pit, but he also took note of her style and she had great respect for him for not trying to stop her like most men would.<br/><br/>Pulling her long, dark, hair into a tail she smoothed her hands over the off the shoulder black shirt that clung to her ample chest and left her muscled arms exposed and pair of old jeans that were more holy than the pope, her work uniform, and let her smile naturally form as she fixed him his usual herbal tea. Setting the small, black, kettle onto a tray she added a cup before she hand picked the best leaves and herbs and mixed them into a tea strainer. Taking up a small vase she placed a single rose into it and brought everything to his table. "Good morning, you are here rather early today, you usually come around eleven." A sweet smile was offered, but it hid so much that rumbled inside of her, things that begged to be out in the open, yet she clung to for dear life.<br/><br/>Setting his kettle, cup and the vase down onto his table she tried to calm herself enough to where things weren't bubbling to the surface. "The paper hasn't arrived yet, it should be here any second, but I stopped on my way here and picked one up. Must have known you would be coming in early today." She winked at him, her smile brightening a little more as she set the newspaper down to the side of his kettle. I've already started your breakfast as well, I'm just on the ball it seems." She was on something, but it clearly wasn't the ball, and whatever it was made her jittery and a bit hyper. "I'll have it out for you in just a moment." When she turned to walk away he would catch the light scent of lilacs wafting from her.<br/><br/>It honestly didn't take that long to prepare the light breakfast he typically ate as it mostly comprised of fresh local fruits, a bit of toast, and some yogurt. Returning to his table she set his food down and then looked behind her to see if anyone was looking. "This is for later.." Taking something wrapped in a napkin from her apron pocket she passed him a rather large piece of her amazing spice cake that everyone came in for. "Don't go telling people I give it to you free though, you're special." She offered him that sweet smile that she reserved for those she felt a connection to.