<div style="text-align: center"><a class="username" data-user-id="2310" data-username="@JayBird" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/2310/">@JayBird</a>​</div><br/><br/>It was a nearly daily routine by now. When not in heat, a black haired, blue eyed, unclaimed omega would come to the coffee shop with his laptop. He would sit in the furthest corner from the door, back against the wall and with the laptop screen facing away from potentially prying eyes. He'd order a simple coffee with vanilla creamer and a little bit of sugar added to it. Sometimes he'd order the special, if it caught his interest that day, but for the most part, he kept to the same order. And when he finished a cup, he usually got one or two more while he worked on whatever was on his screen.<br/><br/>He was intent on what he was doing, constantly typing, or occasionally taking a call that seemed to relate to various odds and ends. In this society, it was hard to be a single omega once they graduated high school. Getting a secondary education was difficult, and most jobs didn't want to hire someone that would need to take time off to deal with their biological issues. It wasn't like the omegas asked to have a heat cycle, and it wasn't their faults that it'd get alphas riled up... It was just an unfortunate part of the presentation that they took on. But with having schooling being an issue, and work being difficult, there were other issues as well. Issues such as housing, paying bills, keeping the internet connected, and things such as that. Even with the funds for it, which seemed to be doubted, most companies wouldn't agree to service a single omega that was living on their own. A shared house of three omegas? That was fine. A couple where one was an omega? Then everything would be in the other partner's name. But an omega that didn't have someone to help them, to provide for them? It was impossible!<br/><br/>That's why Kole spent his days here, paying for overpriced drinks that were worth every penny spent. He had wifi, a way to be connected to his clients. He could do the business side of his work from this secluded chair, not having to scream and claw his hair out because everything seemed to get shut off at random times from issues with 'the accounts', which translated to a 'status check' to see if he was still alone. When he left here, he had a couple of hours to tinker with the orders, then get them out at some point. When he was in heat, he would focus on the orders when he was in a sane enough mindset to do so. It kept him from completely going crazy with being locked up in his little apartment... Not that any of his clients knew what he was. Actually, that was the wonderful thing about anonymity online! None of the clients knew he was an omega. They had no reason to talk down to him. Actually, the online persona was more of an alpha in nature, in the tone implied in the typing style. And that was intentional. A cocky and assured alpha was more likely to make a profit than a timid and 'homemaker' omega.<br/><br/>Today was just like most days. The omega placed his order, went and got his things set up, and got to work. He didn't cast a glance to the beta that brought him the delicious coffee, though he normally left a decent tip as thanks. He knew the different workers, vaguely, but that didn't mean he interacted with them outside of getting the coffee every day. As he opened up his emails, the mug was brought over and he reached his left hand for where the sugar always was, but his hand grabbed empty air. Confused blue eyes looked away from the screen and to the side of the table, then a soft sigh left the omega's soft lips. Of course. Even though he loved the coffee here, he couldn't have it without sugar added! It was just too bitter for his liking. He hit the sleep mode button on the keyboard, then slipped out of the little booth and walked over to the counter. Two customers were ordering, and then it was his turn.<br/><br/>"I'm not looking for another cup, yet," he clarified with a soft smile, fingers toying with the cuffs of his sleeves. It didn't matter how hot or cold it was, he was always wearing a black shirt with long sleeves. Today was one that red diagonal streaks along the front to add a splash of color to the otherwise bland wardrobe. His pants were black cargo pants with straps dangling along the sides in the same red as the marks on the shirt. "There's... um, no sugar at my table? Can I get some?" he asked, fidgeting a little. Even though he was so confident in his work, Kole was a techy mechanic, not a social butterfly. When it came to interaction with the workers here, he was sure of his orders, then didn't really talk, so having to ask for something that was supposed to be at his table revealed his more shy side. As he looked to the male on the other side of the counter, he could vaguely place a name to the face. That was the beta that usually served him. Morgan, wasn't it?