#unprotectedlamb

Grabbing his coat, the shifter set out for work a few blocks away. He was planning on getting there before it opened; a nice cup of coffee for himself once in a while didn't hurt, and he knew how busy today would probably be. The owner had apparently thought ahead of time-- a pot was already being made, left out for Cam's not-really-breakfast.

That moment of hesitation, staring through the frosted window, gave him the opportunity to notice that he was not alone. A man he'd never seen before stood a few feet away, and he was looking straight inside rather longingly, from what he could see. The redhead had bumped into most of the city through his job, so meeting someone new was rare. He shoved his hands in his pockets and smiled, watching his breath fog in the air for a moment, and walked over to the new guy. 

After finding three bucks, Delilah decided to use it on this really cool machine thing. She had seen people insert the money into this little slot, and you'd press the button for the drink you'd want. But she's getting the feeling that she had been conned, for she had inserted two dollars [as she had seen others do] and repeatedly pressed for the mineral water, but nothing would come out.

"Give - me - my - drink!" Delilah stop, you're yelling at yourself again. She paid no attention to the people around her and began to harass the button.

3;20 am