The woman sat cross-legged in the back seat and looked out of the darkened windows of her black car. Despite it being early morning, the sky was dark and there was a cold stiff breeze. Even with a tint on the windows, she could tell there was a storm in the air. People were still going about as always, but with much more urgency to get to their destination and out of the incoming bad weather. The woman picked up a small charcoal leather clutch from beside her and retrieved a tiny vial from a side pocket. The vial was filled entirely with a swirling black fluid. It trailed over itself in shiny rheoscopic swirls, like a small black tempest in a bottle, as she turned it over in her hand. She admired the patterns for just a while longer before the car came to a halt. Without prompting, she placed the vial back in her clutch, slipped the strap over her wrist and opened her door. The chauffeur stood hand outstretched to open the door with a defeated look on his wrinkled face, as if he were used to this. He sat back in his drivers seat with a sigh and a wipe at his brow.<br/><br/>"Still too slow," she said flatly as she stood out of the car and shut the door behind her "I might be a while so get lost for a while," she shouted back before making her way toward the cafe entrance. She stopped short of the entrance to see a grimy looking his majesty sleeping on the sidewalk. She looked blankly at the sad scene for a moment before turning to walk into the cafe. A smooth tone played as the door opened and the warm fragrance of coffee and spices wafted outward.<br/><br/>"Eyy! My little marfallina!" a small old man in a striped button up, green khaki shorts and brown sandals swiftly covered the floor with arms wide as he swooped in to hug the bride to be "I heard the good news, mija! Un marito real! Felices!" he chuckled and patted the girl on the back before moving to the side. He placed his hand up onto her shoulder and guided her toward the front, it took all she had not to scowl.<br/><br/>"Thank you, Jorge. Where is Donna?" she quickly redirected the conversation.<br/><br/>"Sai que she's in the back, mija," his loud voice cut through the all the noise in the cafe "Vai,mija! She's got something for you!"<br/><br/>"She makes me anymore cakes and I'm not gonna fit in a wedding dress," she called back as she made her way to the back room "Oh! and Jorge?" she turned on her heel and called back toward him " hay un ragazzo fuori. Traigalo al trasero?".<br/><br/>"wha?" the old man scratched a hand through his silvery head of hair before walking to the front to investigate. Sure enough, there was a sloppy passed out man right there. He scrunched his nose up at the scent and the image in general before running back in to get a pot.<br/><br/>SPLASH! a full pot of ice water was sent cascading over the slumped over man "Eyy!" the old man shouted "you stinkin' up my storefront! Go around back and take the stairs down."