A woman stood behind a wooden counter, her gaze inspecting each of the customers who chatted without a care in the world, while she cleaned a glass cup. The barista sighed quietly to herself and looked down at what she was doing. She brushed a loose strand of ebony hair behind her ear. She was confused as to why she was here. Don't be stupid, she told herself, you know very well why.

Each day she would work her shift at the Deadly Cafe, earning the average pay, being the barista. There she would stand behind the counter, wearing a pair of baggy faded out jeans, white polo, and a forest green apron with her name tag on the right breast. The clothes she wore were unflattering of her otherwise curvaceous figure. And it was for the mere reason, that no one could fathom why it even is, that she didn't want to attract attention. It's a shame, really. She much rather be at home, doing...other things, other certain activities. Yet here she is, working her pretty slender fingers off at the cafe.

The cafe is small and a bit toasty, but that just adds to the homey feeling of it. It has a door with a bell above it so that the waiters know when a customer comes in. The two walls(western & northern to the door) have an old wine-red vintage wallpaper, only adding to the romantic feel the cafe gives. At the eastern wall to the door, is the long dark wood counter along with a glass case, showcasing pastries. The square brown tables are placed throughout the cafe, they have white round-back chairs at their sides, a white sheet hemmed with lace and placed on top so that it looks more like a diamond on the square tables. The scent of cinnamon, coffee, and pastries drifts through the air, the delicious fragrance fills the nostrils of every person inside. The waiters are dressed in black and white. Every couple enters with secret smiles hidden in their eyes and leave with blissful souls. Everyone seems to be in place, all except the aforementioned worker standing behind the wooden counter with a frown upon her black painted lips. Her facade of makeup does not conceal her inqiuettude, and yearn to leave the cafe filled with ignorant humans.

She looks up from what she was recently doing -the uncanny rapid tapping of her claws for nails on the counter top- to look at the door and watch a couple walk in, they walk hand-in-hand with smiles, exchanging loving stares between each other. The barista's eyes widen and her stomach flips over, this isn't just any ordinary couple. This is a raven haired young man of high class, and the woman at his side is a petite little lady with a cute childish face, both faces are well known across the city. They are two of the top students at the meister-weapon academy ran by Lord Death himself.

The couple take their seats across from each other, their hands are still connected, and their hearty smiles still in tact.

The woman behind the counter pulls on a facade of smiles and walks her curvy little ass to greet the pair who hunt her own kind, as they sit their ignorant asses down on a pair of chairs across from each other. "Hello there, I'm Adeline, your waiter for today, is there anything you would like to order?" Adeline takes out a notepad from the pocket of her apron and twirls a pencil out from behind her ears.

"You're a waiter? Hm interesting, I've never seen you here before." the raven haired man with white rings circling half his hair eyes the woman skeptically. "I just got hired as the barista." she replies, all flowers and rainbows gone from her tone. "Then what are you doing here attending us as a waiter?" the male says coolly as he props his cheek on his right hand, placing his right elbow on the table, and his left hand remains in the same position, glued to the green eyed girl's right one. The woman clenches hair jaw, fuck~. She attempts going back to all smiles and unicorns, and smiles bitter sweetly, "Well I," she says, "I just wanted to greet the most famous couple in Death City, Death the Kid and his mate Maka. By the way you guys are so cute together-" "Thank you. Well hello, and goodbye. Can we get a waiter who can actually take our orders please? Thank you." Death the Kid folds his right arm and places it on the table, turning his head to look at his love and begins caressing her smaller hand with his thumb, signalling the 'waiter' that she is dismissed. Don't fuck with me boy, the woman leaves the pair and nods at a waiter to take over.

"What the heck was that about?!" the petite girl whispers as she leans over the table. The raven haired man sends a glare in the direction the nosy barista went in. "She has madness surrounding her, Maka. She gives off waves of pure evil, I've never seen so much in a human before, I'll have to contact the academy, it's undeniably unsettling and I don't want her making you feel uncomfortable. Speaking of which, how did you not feel anything?"

Maka snaps her head in the direction of the counter, the barista sends her a smile, but her eyes are cold and dark. Maka's eyes widen, "I don't know. How did she-" "No idea, I think we should leave. Wouldn't want her to ruin our date." Kid murmurs and looks down at their intertwined hands, shortly, before shooting his eyes back up into the smiling beautiful emerald ones. "No, it's alright. Besides, I really like this place. Mama used to come here a lot when she was younger." Maka smiles at the faint memory of her mother. "Alright then. If you say so." Kid raises Maka's hand and kisses her knuckles gently. Maka can't help the small bloom of color on her cheeks. She still isn't very used to open display affection.

Hello everyone, I'm back/ *gets shot*/.

I'm so sorry-/*gets sliced to pieces*/

-for not updating/ *gets a ninja star thrown at head*/

Anyways, in case you didn't pick up the hints, 'Adeline' is the bitc- I mean witch, I said witch.

Shoutout to whovian212 for keeping me in check and making me update, thanks I really needed that little push ^-^.

Thank you, all of you.