#mocha?

You didn’t even have to look up to notice the look on your boyfriend’s face.

“What did you do this time?” you asked, trying not to sound as bored with asking the question as you already were.

“I did absolutely nothing wrong this time,” Lucifer insisted. “I just went around making sure nobody could hurt you. You peered up at him through your glasses.

“...You sent the barista at the coffee shop down the street to Limbo again, didn’t you?”

“He looked very suspicious, Y/N,” he said, “and I definitely think that there was something funny about him. Didn’t you see the way he was looking at you?”

“Yes, I did,” you went on typing at your computer, “and I think you have nothing to worry about. I’m not going anywhere, Luce. You, however, are going to bring that poor man back from Limbo because he does make a damn good coffee.”

“Can’t I just leave him there for five more minutes?”

“That’s five hundred more years in Limbo-time, Luce. You have to go get him now.”

Lucifer merely smiled at you before flying to complete your request. He did love how unfazed you were by him, sometimes.