-- i am the fire,

CANDICE PATTON ON INSTAGRAM STORIES 9/20/21

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She held her right hand up, "I swear to never abuse my power, so help me, God." She pledged, "I'm only here to amend the rights." Dropping her hand, she cracked a toothy white smile at him. She was aware that Jameson knew her, and that was what made joking around with him so much more entertaining. "You are quite observant, Carter." She agreed, nodding as she took another bite of her sandwich. Chewing, and swallowing before she spoke again, "It's why I keep you around obviously." Winking, she'd plop down on the sofa she had against her office window. First giving him a shrug, as she took another bite. Once her mouth was empty, she spoke, "I work, and I go home, JJ." She replied, "The most excitement I think I get is when Harper wants to bring all her friends over, and tear through my house." Callie chuckled, and shook her head, "But she's doing great, a happy little girl." Looking up at him, she gave him a soft smile, "How's it going with Elora? How's Asher doing? How are you doing?"

The questions were valid and Elijah quite appreciated that she seemed to want to tailor any recommendations as close to his preferences as possible. "Thank you." He'd said quickly with a nod. "Honestly, I've never thought about that. Never put it on a scale. It's mostly a functional, caffeine driven thing. I work long hours and get little sleep so coffee is a big help in the mornings or when I need to work late." It was likely unnecessary to explain that much, he just liked talking to anyone about anything other than his job most of the time. Being a state investigator meant that some of the worst things took up too much space in his thoughts. "I drink my coffee black so I do enjoy the taste of it, and I am a fan of espresso, just not big on lattes because of the milk." A smile crept on. "You're a bit of a pro at this, huh?"

Callie listened as he replied, everything he said, she took in and went over in her head. "Okay, someone who enjoys coffee is always a friend in my book." Anyone who knew Callie was more then aware of that. Coffee was her obsession, and people who drank it -- really drank it, not 5% coffee and 95% creamer -- were solid in her book. Although, she didn't try to let too many know that about her. "Is it just dairy milk? Or all milk products? Because there are some alternatives that don't take the flavor away, or cause other unwanted problems." She matched his smile, the question amusing her, "I'd like to think so. Done enough test tasting and experimentation to feel I earned the title."

Callie was face deep in work, her upcoming case was taking just about everything out of her. Add in the favor she was doing for a friend, and having a five year old at home; she couldn't help but wonder if that vacation she put off for so long was finally needed. For the time being, she'd take stepping out of the office to catch a bite to eat. She was barely paying attention to those around her. She had her phone out, and found herself shooting messages to a handful of different people. A voice she deemed familiar broke her out of her phone, brown eyes falling upon Devika. She smiled softly at the woman, while quickly shoving the phone into her purse. "Would you think I'm crazy if I told you a better 'thank you' would be making me wait behind you while you order for the whole station?" She questioned, "Because the longer you take, the longer I step away from the pounding headache I've had for the last 3 hours."

There were a handful of people who made sure Callie was right, and Dakota was definitely on that list. Hence why she appreciated her so much. The woman kept her from killing people daily, and that would always make the blonde a winner in Callie's book. She smiled, "I love how on it you always are, babes." She expressed, before pulling out her card and completing the transition on her end. Callie'd look up to see Dakota's hesitation, which was pretty expected. She grimaced, before sighing, her eyes falling back upon Kota, "Well -- I may have told my mother that we were dating.." She paused, "Actually, I think I said engaged. And you see, sometimes I just need that woman to shut up. And well-- if you could just play along, I'd owe you."

If your muse could rid the world of one thing, what would it be?

It wasn't often that Elijah strayed from his usual order of black coffee. The only reason he drank the stuff was for the boost in energy, no matter how fleeting that would be. Flavor didn't mean a whole lot and had the only requirement to be drinkable. Today, something was different, he made the mistake of pausing and thinking it over. His eyes trailed over the menu and saw options he'd never really considered. "Any recommendations?" Elijah asked the person closest to him. "I usually just get plain and go, and today, I don't know, wondering if I should try something different."

Anyone who knew Callie, knew that The Sipping Cup was like a second home to her. She probably spent more here then she did anywhere else, and she had no regrets. She had come in for her daily dose of caffeine. When the man next to her spoke, she turned and smiled softy, "I definitely could." She assured, "But, before I do, I need you tell me on a scale of 1 to 10 how much you enjoy coffee." She was aware that that was a weird thing to say, but she had her reasons. "Are you just into coffee? Do you like espresso? Do you prefer not to taste the coffee? That kind of thing."