Tall and skeletal it’s probably because he’s so thin that he looks so much taller then his own already impressive height of six feet and two inches. And the fact that he’s moving around a coffee shop with all these delicate little coffee mugs and trinkets and much shorter co-workers and costumers just makes him loom over everyone.

Work that day had sucked, Jesse’s words not mine, because a few weeks ago he’d been jumped by a bunch of wannabe drug pushers and they’d broken his CD player. Now he’d spent the whole fourteen hour day for the last few weeks without music. Well, there was the average annoying elevator music on the speakers but other then that...

He’d just carried his last box to the front and restocked the refridgerator beneath the front desk when the evening lag set in. It was always like that. From six to nine in the morning they were slamming hard, then it settled some, and then at four to eight they were slammed again by the after dinner coffee-sippers, as he called them, and then for the rest of the evening it would lag again. And the clock is now reading 9:30 PM and Jesse leaned over the counter, a small sketch pad in front of him and continued to pencil in measurements for a (what seemed to be) blue print.

When I say Jesse was thin, I mean it. Where, according to his age and height, Jesse should weigh between 185 pounds and 210 pounds, he would weigh in at 125 pounds and show nearing malnutrition. He’s not homeless, and since Vivienne moved him into one of her apartments, temporarily, he has enough money after paying rent to her, for food. He just doesn’t eat. Not often. And by this point, if he were to try to eat more then a few slices of bread, his stomach would reject it. The acids were already eating away at his stomach tissue.

Despite being thin and sharp with very obvious facial structure, or maybe because he was so thin, Jesse was hansom. His skin was smooth and because he didn’t eat, his body didn’t provide much oil for his face to create blemishes. His hair was ranging from chin length to the top of his ears, all naturally black and white in color, some hanging into plain blue eyes made more pretty by pale skin. Some that believe in that stuff, and some who might not, might say he’s a vampire. Except he moves around in the day time.

Jesse’s wearing black slacks that he has to keep up with a belt and they’ve faded to a dark gray by now. His white tee shirt with the half baked bean logo on the left breast is tucked in, worn over an against-the-policy long sleeved and rather ratty button down dark blue shirt. His boss only lets him get away with the shirt because it covers the scars. Over the tee shirt he’s wearing a blue apron, also with the logo, that loops over his neck and ties around his waist. It has to loop around his waist twice to tie and fit. He looks board.

(I couldn't resist, if Viv had a <legitimate> reason to be in a coffee shop, it would have been her.)

Sinister chained his bicycle up out front of "the Bean" and went in. He wasn't possitive, but he thought he was being followed, or perhaps he was paranoid. He'd been seeing a whole lot of repair service trucks being driven by the same woman, whatever was going on.

He walked up to the counter, and indeed Jesse does tower over the boy. Everyone towers over Sin, he is only five feet tall. He looked up at the menu while standing with his hands in his pockets.

Looking at him, one might think he went to one of those private schools, nice loafers, pressed khakis, and a pressed white button down shirt. Blue back pack straps fitted tightly over his shoulders. A headphone cord to a single headphone snaked out of his left pocket and into his ear while he listened to his little MP3 player.

Glancing over the menu he's already forgotten about being followed. His blue eyes twinkle happily at the thought of brownies. A very hapy thought to the boy.

"Excuse me sir." He called ever so politely. "I'd like to order if I may?" His cheeks flushed ever so slightly under those pretty blue eyes and blond curls. He really didn't want to be a bother.

Jesse raised his eyes when the boy had entered, then had returned to the page. And then when spoken to, he raised his eyes again to look at the boy, his pencil only stopping what it had been doing a moment after his eyes had actually left the paper, trailing off in a light line.

"Of course." He didn't sound thrilled. But then, Jesse never sounded thrilled. Or happy. Or angry. He always just sounded....there. He was just there. Letting life move at it's own pace and waiting for it to come to an end. A very morbid thought, but true nonetheless.

Jesse's spidery hand came out to pull his notebook closer, slideing it off the counter and under it somewhere, probably onto a shelf just below the cashregister. And then he straightened up a little bit.

"What can I get you?"

"Two of the brownies, a blueberry muffin, a carton of whole milk, and a large Mocha latte." Sinister said. Snack time. It's likely Sinister eats almost as much as Viv, just rather than one or two bouts of rampant gluttony, he eats constantly throughout the day. He's been eating more lately too.

He reached for his wallet, ready to pay when he got his total. He budgets very well with all his money, so it always seems as though he has plenty. Dressed like he is and looking like he probably attends private school, one might thinkg Sin is a spoiled little rich kid. It's actually very far from the truth, but on the surface one can't know the boy is actually an orphan putting himself throguh college.

"Oh and could you please put whipped creme on the latte?" he asked ever so sweetly.

One of Jesse's eyebrows rose upward. That's more then he at in two weeks time, and this kid wanted it all today. Jesse raised his eyes, letting them sweep around the shop wondering it the boys parents had come in and he missed them. There was only the couple that he'd served up twenty minutes ago, chattering away in hushed voices. His blue eyes returned to the kid and Jesse tried one of his only-because-I'll-loose-my-job-if-I-don't smiles that didn't reach his eyes. He looked prettier without smileing, despite that the smile was nice.

"Sure." He punched at the cashregister keys with one finger. "That'll be eleven seventy two." He turned away from the counter and pulles a clear plastic glove on one hand and opened a white paper bag, reaching into the case and letting his hand hover over the food. "These two?" He asked, hand over the brownies. That's right, Jess gives you the choice. No one else in the shop actually does that.

Sin lays down a twenty and pays attention to the brownies being refered to. "Oooohh, yeah, lots of nuts, those look good, thank you" he said cheerily. He wouldn't have complained at not being given a choice, but it is thoughtful. So Sin grins rather widely about it. Perhaps he'll be able to pick a muffin with a lot of berries too.

Snack time will be a nice deviation from his studies for a little while. If he eats in a liesurely fashion he ought to be able to sit here at one of the tables and finish his homework on the laptop in his backpack.

If you'd have told Jesse he was being thoguhtful, he'd have stopped. Not really because he would want to be unthoughtful or rude but because it would have made him wonder if that was thoughtful at all. Because he wasn't doing it to be thoughtful. He just knew that as a customer he would like to pick. And as an employee, he's willing to do a lot to make the customer happy to keep his job.

He may not get a big kick out of working in a coffee shop but it beats no job at all.

"Mm." Theres that sound again, the Jesse has no oppinion sound, as he puts the two brownies into the bag and sets it on the counter. He picked up another bag and a pair of tongs, sliding back the door for the muffins. "Which on?"

"That one in the back left corner, please?" the boy asked even though he was being given a choice, it was the polite thing to do, and most of the time Sin is terribly polite. Being polite, and mostly keeping to himself, has kept him out of a great deal of trouble, so he sticks with what works and tries to be as inoffensive as possible. Sadly some people just find a fourteen year old college freshman offensive in and of itself, so from time to time Sin gets picked on.

As the muffin gets picked up sin shifts his wieght a bit and adjusts his backpack straps. His books, notebook, and lap top do get heavier when he stands still. He smiles though, he isn't uncomfortable yet, not does he want to seem to be fidgety or impatient so he tries his best to be still.

"mm." He should probably invest in a book on polite things to say, if for just the reason to replace that 'm' with some words. He lifted the muffin and put it into the paper baggy and turned. He punched keys with his thumbs, his hands resting on either side of the cash register as he did so. When the draw popped open, he slipped the twenty in and counted out change.

"Eight twenty eight your change," he held out the bills with the receipt in one hand, change in the other, bumping the drawer closed with an entirly too thin waist. He then turned to fix the mocha latte.

The child drinks coffee?

Jesse wouldn't actually pick on someone but he wouldn't be happy to know that the kid, no matter what age, was in college. It makes him jelous and a little more bitter to know that's just one more person doing exactly what he's been unable to accomplish so far.

Perhaps that's why people resent Sin, it's not like people know he's an orphan they must think him a spoiled nerd child. It's not at all true though, he's worked very hard to do the things he has for himself.

Sin leaves $3.28 in the tip jar on the counter before scooping up his purchases. "Thanks." he says with the sort of sincere enthusiam that cannot be faked. While Jesse is all monotones with no real emotion conveyed Sin's voice betrays his feelings as much as his youthfull face does.

He picks a table not far from the counter, one of the smaller ones. It wouldn't be right for little ol him to take a large one to himself. He sets his things down and slides out of the back pack slowly. He sets the heavy thing down carefull and gets out the laptop. The mp3 player still plays in one ear. Right now it's playing classical music, Sin studying for music appreciation class.

He opens the laptop and lets it boot up while he fishes out the muffin and opens the carton of milk.