#devilsroast

Steffi was not having a good morning. After being awoken by a goat that actually hadn’t been a goat and subsequently realizing that she was in the wrong body herself, it didn’t take long for her to connect the dots and realize she needed to protect her own body, and fast. After a quick call to her own phone where she’d instructed her body’s current inhabitant not to go outside or near any source of sunlight, told her to keep Lark’s body away from the sun as well, and provided instructions on how to get to and open the basement door that led into Traceless’s tunnels, she made her way over to her own basement door and rang the bell, then sent a text to her own phone for good measure. This whole situation was weird, and she didn’t appreciate needing to be let into her own home.

Looking for a place to sit, Daniel glanced around Traceless café. It was a little busier than it had been some of the times he’d stopped in lately, which was a relief - he’d hate for the place to go out of business so soon after he’d found it. Of course, the café being relatively crowded also meant that, well, there were a lot of people he caught sight of as he glanced about for an unoccupied space. 

His quest for available seating was suddenly brought to a halt however when he caught sight of one person in particular, who he’d definitely met before - Sofia. They’d only spoken once, and since then he’d managed to convince himself that she hated him. She’d spent much of the conversation trying to convince him to stop coming to this café in favor of another after all, and had departed said conversation with what was rather obviously an excuse. At least, he was fairly certain Sofia wasn’t just someone who needed to wash her hands so frequently as to have that interrupt conversations she was genuinely interested in having.

The trouble was, now that he’d noticed her he wasn’t sure what to do. Normally when he saw someone he knew he did the polite thing and greeted them, but was that really the polite thing if the person in question didn’t enjoy his company? Or maybe he really was overthinking things and she didn’t dislike him after all, in which case it would be completely awful of him to ignore her. But then - what if she really did dislike him? Caught in an endless loop of consideration, he wound up standing there, looking in her direction for longer than he’d like - possibly even a moment longer than was polite.