"Is this non-fat?" The old woman shot a glare at the boy in uniform behind the counter. He shot her a fake smile back and lied through his teeth, "Yes, ma'am!" The woman snorted, but sipped at the latte anyway as she turned to leave. The boy turned his face to greet the next in line.

An extra pale, beautiful man was standing before him picking at his unusually long nails. His expression was indifferent. The kind of indifference that left the impression of boredom. The boy swallowed his first thought. His sister's rants about vampires had popped into his head. How stupid.

Once the man finished cleaning his left thumbnail he decided to lift his head. "Hello," he greeted the boy, though his voice was ringing with natural charm...it was obvious he could not care less of the boy. "Have you seen a lass about this high with awefully gothic black hair?" The man raised his hand below his shoulder to indicate the height.

The boy shook his head. "No, sir." Of course, the stranger's description was just vague enough to include half of the coffee shop's customers.

The man sighed and looked to the right. "Ah, well then. Guess the bitch is late...very late as always," he mumbled to himself. He wondered off to an empty table and helped himself to a seat.

...

This is bullshit Bliss thought, as he watched the door passively. His fedgling was terrible at being on time, but this was ridiculus. I'll have to find something else to feed my hunger then...

He glanced around the cafe, hoping to spot a woman with taste. A rare thing these days. Women were rebellious and independent now! Bold and modern! Bliss moaned. They were uninterested in him as well. He was being forced to use his...unatural charm more and more often to his dismay. Not that he was dropdead gorgeous already.

He smirked into a shiny mirror, as if he could see himself. Surely, he still was. The torture of never really knowing tore at him. Morrigan, his mistress, constantly tried to remind him that he was not getting older, but that fact he had not been able to see himself for more than a hundred years made him a little uncomfortable. Fortunately, he could still admire the features of others.

Bliss whistled as a young woman in a mini skirt walked passed him. He sent her a wink. She rolled her eyes.

Damn mortals.