<div style="background-color:#6c9cb8; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><span style="color: #000000"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Century Gothic;">A bit of idle chit chat had filled up the time for Alannah and Dan after the one customer of that late afternoon had left. It wasn't too surprising that no one was there, really - it was a business day in the middle of March, and not at all the kind of weather that made people think 'boy I sure could go for some fresh, overpriced coffee'. They were more interested in hurrying straight home. Still, if there was just a little to do, that was infinitely better than <span style="font-style: italic">nothing</span>, and so the pair of them turned to the door with smiles when the bell chimed once more.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Wel-"</span> Her breath caught in her throat as the last person she had expected to see suddenly stood right in front of her. Dimitri looked - different. More haggard, somehow. Bigger. Whatever he had been doing in the eighteen months they had had no contact for, she was sure it hadn't involved much relaxing on a beach in Hawaii.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"What are you doing here?"</span> She asked, swallowing her surprise and slight resentment with some difficulty. Honestly, how <span style="font-style: italic">dare</span> he just come waltzing back? He could at least have called! She was sure he still had her number; he was far too sentimental to do something like deleting the contact info of an ex. She knew she was, anyway.<br/><br/>Daniel didn't say anything, but his posture made it pretty clear what he thought of Dimitri's reappearance into the life of his (practically) sister. He folded his arms, piercing him with a glare over his glasses. "Can we help you?" He said, as if it wasn't literally their job.</span></div></span></div>