There really was nothing like a good cup of coffee to give you an excuse to sit still for more than ten minutes. In modern society, it seemed as though you never had time for that anymore. There was always something to do, someone to call, places to go... even waking up in the morning was rushed.

Tres Chic smelled as good as April remembered from the last time he had been here. There weren't many people at the tables, but those he saw were reading, working or talking quietly with company.

He leaned back in his chair and took a careful sip of his white-chocolate mocha, feeling the sweetness of caramel in it. He'd worked hard for this free time, going at his homework like a man posessed during his study hall and lunch period. Now this day was his, and he was going to enjoy it by wasting it.

((daytime or sundown, your pick))

The sun slipped down past the horrizone...now was the time to come out. Syaoran sighed slightly. He hated the burn of sunlight. Just the way it took years to heal got to him. But sure enough...he was stupid enough to try it on several different ocasions...honestly...what in Luicifer's God foresaken name was he thinking?! But here he was again...among mortals...walking into a cafe, of all places for a vampire. He frowned as he approached the counter.

'Good evening, what can I get you?' The lady behind the counter questioned. Syaoran ran a hair through his chestnut brown hair.

'Coffee.' He answered flatly...watching the woman blush. Here it goes again.

'Uh...sure...you're really cute, you know?' Syaoran cringed. Cute? Cute?! All of the impertenant things! Cute! Was this woman blind! It's not cuteness! It's just plain being hot! Syaoran gave her a harsh look and she shuffled away to get his coffee. Cute...pfft. He impatiently tapped his figure on the counter, awaiting her return.

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~*Syaoran*~ As I stare into this mirror...as I look into those eyes, I know now...there's nothing there to see...only echoing mistakes...the pain...and emptyness.