<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;">Alannah didn't miss the Dimitri's pause, and she had to admit, it intrigued her. He was a very honest person, so surely, it had to be important. Unfortunately for Dimitri, Daniel didn't miss the pause either.<br/><br/>"Oh sure, you're just walking around, helping poor girls out of the goodness of your heart. Or crashing in their apartment! Either way, get your damn coffee and get out of here. I don't want to see you again."<br/><br/>The venom in Dan's voice both surprised and annoyed Alannah. She turned to him, hands on her hips, her mouth hanging slightly open. <span style="font-weight: bold">"Dan, seriously? This is a café. He didn't come in the middle of the night, barging through my front door. Wow, dude."</span><br/><br/>"He's an asshole!"<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"We broke up! People do that every now and then. Almost nobody's ex is literally Satan, so stop actin' like he is."</span><br/><br/>Dan made a sound of general annoyance, threw his hands up and turned on his heel to leave for the kitchen. He brought a pair of fingers up to point at his own eyes, and then flipped them around to aim at Dimitri as he slammed the door. Alannah watched the whole thing open-mouthed.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Wow, I'm really sorry about that... Black coffee, right?"</span> She asked him as she turned to Bess<span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="vertical-align: super;">1</span></span>. She finished one cup, and then another for herself. <span style="font-weight: bold">"On the house,"</span> she said, handing him the mug. It had a chip in it near the handle. She picked up her own, steam wafting gently over her tired face. It was already getting dark outside, and she had been at work for seven hours already. Good thing she could go home soon. Alannah watched Dimitri in silence over the edge of her cup as she took a sip, wondering again what had brought him here, but she wasn't going to inquire. If he had something to say, he could find the words himself.<br/><br/><span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="vertical-align: super;">1</span>The espresso machine</span></span></div></span></div>