#danielarivera

It was raining heavily outside. The pattering on the windows were a distant sound while Marcus queued in line at a coffee shop for a much required hit of coffee. Not the kind he made in his own kitchen. Not the stuff that stewed in the staff room. Fresh, hearty, and steaming hot real coffee. 

After the whole outburst of emotions from Valentine’s and the excessive amounts of alcohol he’d drank he was paying for it today. His headache grew excruciating if he accidentally looked at a bright light or took more notice of the noise but generally thudded away regularly at the back of his head. One of the times when work didn’t seem to help. When it couldn’t distract him enough to stop him from thinking about his problems entirely. And it had to be about love. Ugh.

Donning a pair of sunglasses, he placed his order of a black coffee and a croissant and stood aside to wait. Absently on his phone as he failed to notice who was here.

Dani’s apartment. Plants growing wildly across the walls, haphazardly criss crossing upwards and blooming into flowers along the way. The room was hazy, seeming endlessly large. Stairs led upwards into space and downwards into somewhere dark. A bottle of wine rested on the kitchen table. The door strangely was missing from the room. Waiting for the dreamer, Marcus was reclined on the sofa, slowly enjoying a glass of wine. Some quiet music drifting into the space, reverberating and bouncing from the emptiness. 

Sensing a change in the space, Marcus went to get another glass and filled it with wine before he disappeared from the spot. Plants beginning to sprout from the floor and reach up towards the couch. 

Once she was inside, he came from the haze, shoes heard while walking down the corridor as he would in the University before he came to a stop at the door, he propped himself up against the door frame. A smirk beginning to creep along his lips. “I was waiting.” 

Music drifted quietly across his office, feet propped up on his desk, Marcus was making final adjustments to the gun that was supposed to help the fight against the hunters - all it was missing was the serum. The hunters seemed all but forgotten in the light the possessions and a whole new threat. Tightening and adjusting the sights, he took aim, tutted, sighed and shook his head when it still felt off. He blamed it on working late nights. 

A chill passed through the office from the open window which he promptly shut as well as cracking up the heating a notch. Tossing everything onto a nearby worktop he leaned against his desk while he rubbed his tired eyes. He looked to his coffee cup, long dried and empty - means it was really time to turn in. He cracked up the volume of his cassette player. Remembering that the curfew had been lifted, might as well embrace the opportunity to finally finish everything off.