Hello all, welcome to my little world. I hope you enjoy my story, but first i have a few things to mention.

1. the story is a little fast pased, and will seem to skip around slightly in LATER chapters, but i think the first two or three are fine.

2. the chapters are extreamly long, and I'm not sure how many there will be. but we shall see.

thank you, hope you enjoy. I appreaciate the reviews :)

Chapter 1; Hello

"Evey, can I ask you a favor?" Evelyn looked over, her piercing crystal eyes gazing at her sister. She brushed away a few strands of her platinum blond hair that had fallen out of her ponytail.

"That depends on what it is." Evey concluded. She saw her sister Morgan start to play with the small little cord that adjusted her hood on her track jacket absentmindedly. Her Red hair was pulled back into a French braid. Her indigo blue eyes looked pleading, the obvious puppy dog eyes.

"Well... I could go for a coffee." she replied, her gaze falling on the coffee shop across the street. Evey let out a heavy sigh; Of course her sister wanted coffee. She couldn't blame her though. They both ran an extra mile than normal, and both girls were worn out. Evey stood up, reaching into her hooded sweatshirt's pocket, grabbing her wallet.

"What would you like, your majesty." Evey said smiling at her sister. Morgan rolled her eyes.

"Coffee, black." she replied getting up. Evey feigned shock.

"You're actually walking with me?" she asked. Morgan gave a small shove to her younger sister. Evey laughed and they began to walk across the street.

"You can be such a smart ass sometimes." Morgan said when Evey opened the door and bowed as she walked through it.

"Oh please, you know you love it." Evey told her walking up to the counter.

"Hello, how may I help you?" the woman asked. Evey looked at the menu then back at her.

"One coffee, black, please. And one vanilla latte please." she said. The woman nodded and began to get their order. Evey began to shift from one foot to the other, playing with the straw dispenser as they waited.

"Jeez... you would think you already have had coffee, by the way you keep jumping around." Morgan said, nudging her sister. Evey stuck her tongue out at her.

"Oh please, you know I hate waiting." Evelyn stated. Just then the woman brought them their order. Evey paid her and began to walk away. She looked at her sister, giving her the coffee cup.

"Well you know the saying, patience is a virtue." Morgan replied. Evelyn rolled her eyes, and looked at her sister dead on.

"You know most people who say that, miss some of the best opportunities in life. Because they were to busy 'waiting' for it to come along." Evelyn replied turning the corner of the block a little faster than necessary. In the process, she missed the two men who were turning the corner going in the opposite direction. She ran into one man, while Morgan was able to stop before running into the other one.

It took Evey a moment, to realize that she was no longer holding a cup of very hot latte. And it took her another, to realize that she suddenly felt really hot. She jumped back a step and looked at her shirt. It was doused in vanilla latte. She frowned and examined her shirt a little more. There was a lot of work in her future, if she was going to get the stain off of her favorite Philadelphia Eagles hoodie, which she probably shouldn't have been wearing in San Francisco.

"I'm sorry." she heard someone say. She looked up into a pair of green jaded eyes. The man was looking down at her hoodie, then back at her. She gave a sigh but shrugged.

"It's fine... I guess I turned the corner to fast." she looked at the man. His chocolate brown hair was all over the place, as if he hadn't brushed it. She admitted he was good looking. Even with the small stubble forming on his jaw line.

"Are you sure?" he asked. She nodded.

"I didn't get any on you did I?" she asked looking over his dark brown jacket. He shook his head.

"No, you didn't." she nodded.

"See what happens when you move to quick." she heard Morgan reply. She looked over and stuck her tongue out at her.

"You must forgive my brother, he can be a klutz at times." the other man said. This man was slightly taller than his brother, his shoulder were a bit broader. The first man looked a bit lanky, but this man looked more of a football player kind of guy.

His blonde hair was cut short, and was slightly curly, but it seemed to work for him. His deep blue eyes clashed with the brightness of her own. And unlike his brother, he had no stubble. He looked cut and clean.

"It's fine." she said, unzipping her hoodie.

"Are you sure that's a smart idea?" the brown hair man said. She stopped and looked at him.

"Smart? Probably not, but it beats smelling like coffee." she replied, a bit coldly. Morgan shook her head, and looked at the men.

"Don't pay attention to her, she forgot her manners today." Morgan said. Evey slipped off the wet hoodie and held back a shiver. What a day to wear a spaghetti strap tank top, it was windy and very chilly. Not to mention she had her running shorts on.

"Its fine, I'm Wyatt Halliwell and this is my brother Chris." the blonde man, Wyatt, said. Morgan smiled warmly at the man; Even with her shy nature she was automatically more open with these strangers. Chris looked at Evey; she was currently folding up her hoodie and trying to figure out how to hold it without getting herself wet.

"I'm Morgan Keely; it's a pleasure to meet you." Wyatt smiled then looked at the other woman. She smiled at him, but it didn't seem really genuine.

"Evey, nice to meet you." she replied. Chris looked at her, and down at her hoodie. She was shivering, but only slightly. She was moving from one foot to the other, a movement he figured was meant to be taken as she was trying to warm up. But Morgan knew better. Even though her sister wasn't completely shy, she wasn't one for strangers. She was moving because she was nervous around them. When Evey was nervous or bored, she couldn't stand still to save her life.

Wyatt made a move to take off his jacket but Chris beat him to it. He couldn't stand looking at the shivering woman anymore. Evey looked at his jacket warily, not sure what he was doing, as he held it out to her.

"Here, it's the least I could do. I did make you spill your coffee after all." Evey bit her lip, not sure if she wanted to take his jacket. But her body was screaming for some kind of warmth, so she took it reluctantly.

"Thank you." she said, flashing a brief genuine smile. She pulled the jacket on, her body welcoming the warmth, and her nose welcoming the scent. She like the way this Chris guy smelled. It had that spicy kick at first, but if you let your nose let the smell linger, it turned into a sweeter smell. It was very appealing.

"Don't mention it." he replied, smiling at her. She noticed how his jaded green eyes sparkled at helping her. Morgan smiled at her sister, noticing how she was opening up rather quickly to these strangers.

But she didn't blame her; they automatically had a warm openness about them. Evey wasn't really used to people like that, Even when she was living in San Francisco for about six years. She looked at Chris, noticing he was wearing a long sleeved shirt. This was a fact she was grateful for. She didn't want him to freeze to death at the expense of her sister. She felt her pocket buzz and she pulled out her phone.

"I'm sorry," she started. The men looked at her. She looked at her sister. "We need to get going." Evey nodded and went to take the jacket off, but Chris stopped her.

"Keep it, you need it more than Me." he told her. She looked at him a bit confused, but kept the jacket on.

"It was a pleasure meeting you." Wyatt told them. They both nodded, before Morgan grabbed her sisters' hand and pulled her down the street. Evey gave a small wave and followed her sister. Chris watched them until they were out of view.

"So," Wyatt started. Chris looked at his brother, slightly confused at the small grin he had.

"What?" Chris asked. Wyatt looked back down the street.

"That girl, Evey, seemed nice." he replied. Chris shrugged.

"I guess she was a bit quiet." he muttered. That girl seemed to be a mystery to him, it seemed like she was hiding something. And as much as he hated to admit it, he found that attractive about woman. He liked the challenge of trying to figure someone out.

"You like her." Wyatt said walking forwards. Chris walked up to him and raised an eyebrow.

"Because, I'm not with Bianca or anything." Chris stated. Wyatt rolled her eyes.

"I never said you were gonna date the girl, it's just nice to know that you not attracted to girls who are... well," he paused. Chris glared at him. "High maintenance." he said.

"Bianca is not high maintenance." Chris defended, though it didn't sound as defensive as he would've liked. Wyatt raised an eyebrow.

"No, just a major bitch." he muttered. Chris sighed, there was no use fighting his older brother. Plus, on some level, he had to agree with him. Bianca could be a major bitch. But, according to his 'other self', they were meant to be together. Chris had a hard time seeing it, but he figured if it was meant to be, then it was meant to be.

"Chris? I'm sorry, I mean, maybe me and Bianca just don't-"

"Don't sweat it Wyatt, things aren't as peachy as she makes them seem." Chris muttered. They stopped at a corner and waited for the cross walk light.

"Well... what's wrong?" Wyatt asked. Chris shrugged.

"I guess, she is so sure about us being together. But I'm not. I mean me, and that other Chris, are two different people, it's highly doubtful that we will have the same future." he said. Wyatt thought about it for a moment, and then nodded.

"Chris... if you're having any doubts about you and Bianca, then tell her about It." he replied. They began to walk across the street when the light turned green.

"I know, I'll talk to her later. After dinner tonight."

"You're going out with a bunch of friends tonight, right?" Wyatt asked. Chris nodded.

"Best time as any."

"You're talking to her after the dinner, when your friends aren't around. Right?"

"Of course Wy, I'm not stupid." Chris replied walking into a coffee shop.

"Thank you so much, Evey. My dad was losing it." Lucy said, smiling at her friend. Her wavy chocolate brown hair was pulled back into a bun. Her hazel eyes were looking a bit tired at she served a few people at the bar. Evey pulled on the generic black apron, and took her notebook out.

"No Problem Lucy, I wasn't doing anything tonight." Evey replied. She rolled up the sleeves of her white dress shirt, showing a bit of her extremely pale skin. Lucy quickly reached over the bar counter and hugged her friend. Her slightly darker Italian skin, clashing with her friends pale European look.

"Thanks for giving up your free night, Evey, you're the best." Lucy told her. Evey shrugged and went to the front desk. She saw her sister marking something in her book, and answering a few calls.

"Emmy." She said walking up. Morgan responded to her sister's playful nick-name by stepping on her foot. Evey went to respond to her sister's foot abuse, but she was cut off by her sister speaking.

"Table 12." she said.

"That's it, no 'hello how are you?' not even a 'Hey'? How lame." Evey joked. Morgan rolled her eyes and looked at Evey.

"I just got on my shift, and the previous desk clerk looked ready to pull out her hair. This is because half the people at table 12 happen to be self centered jackasses, and Every other waitress has refused to serve them. I'm not in the mood for a 'hey'." Morgan said, glaring at her baby sister.

"Nice Emmy, give me table 12." Evey said walking away. Morgan rolled her eyes and secretly wished her sister luck. Evey walked up to the table, absentmindedly making sure the bun she put her hair in before was stable. When she got there she tried to force the best smile she could.

"Hello, how are you all doing tonight?" she asked. She looked around, and her eyes met a familiar pair of jaded green. It was the guy from before, the one who gave her his jacket. He now had his arm draped over the shoulders of a very wealthy looking Brunette. They were sitting in the middle of the booth.

On the other side of the guy, was a small group of two or three people, who looked pretty down to earth and homely. But on the other side of the brunette, she was met with a group who seemed to be a bunch of inconsiderate jerks. It was obvious the social class split.

"We're fine... thank you." the brunette girl sitting next to the guy said. What was his name? Wyatt? No that was the other guy. She furrowed her eyebrows together and shifted her weight to one leg, trying to figure out this guys name. She crossed her arms and tried to remember.

It started with a 'C', she knew that. Chad? No, it wasn't Chad. Cole? No wasn't that. What on earth was his name? She heard the group talking, but she didn't know what they were saying. What on earth was this guy's name? She knew it was the simplest name in the world, she was horrible with names. The only reason she remembered Wyatt's name, was because her sister wouldn't stop telling her that she knew a kid named Wyatt from her work, and that he was hot.

"Um, excuse me." One of the 'upper class' people said, a little rudely.

"Hold on, I'm trying to remember something." she muttered.

"Like what? How to do your job." the girl asked next tot eh guy who spoke. Evey sighed and realized she would have to remember later.

"What can I get you?" she asked.

"Now she remembers." the girl muttered.

"Brittany, chill." the dark haired girl scolded. Evey smiled slightly, glad that this girl wasn't as annoying.

"I'll have a beer," the guy on her left, who was the same guy who broke her out of her train of thought, said. He gazed at her name tag and raised an eyebrow. "So is you name Evey, as in Adam and Evey?" He asked.

"No, it's like E.V. It's not rocket science, and I believe it's Adam and Eve" she muttered, looking to the girl next to him.

"I'll have a shaken Martini." she replied. Everyone began to give their orders one by one. When it came to the guy, she tried one last time to remember his name. Charlie?

"What are you going to get, Chris?" the woman on his armed asked. Chris! Of course, she remembered now.

"I'll take a coke, I'm not in the mood for any Alcohol." he said. Eve nodded, going to walk away. She went up to the bar and showed them the order.

"So, it took that long to get drinks?" Lucy asked. Evey rolled her eyes and reached into her jeans pocket. She pulled out her iPod and put the ear bud in her ear, she usually did this to keep her mind on track. If she didn't she usually got distracted. She carefully positioned the cord so no one noticed that she had an ear bud in her ear.

"You know, if it wasn't for the fact that you work better listening to your music, we would probably not let you have that." Lucy said filling the cups up. Evey shrugged at her best friend. Even though Lucy was closer to Morgan's age, she and Evey seemed to click. There was just something about her Italian friend that made her immediately loveable.

"Well, I'm gonna need some serious rock to block out table 12." Evey muttered as she searched through her play list, smiling when she came to the perfect song. She quietly began to nod her head with the beat, watching as Lucy filled up the cups.

"Are they really that bad?" Lucy asked. Evey shrugged.

"Only half of them, the other half seem nice." Lucy pushed the tray in front of her and Evey smiled wickedly.

"What are you-" she stopped when she saw Evey spit in the only beer there. She scrunched up her nose and went to grab the cup, but she was too late. Evey had already picked up the tray.

"Evelyn Keely, what on earth are you doing?" Lucy hissed. Evey gave her a wink and took off toward the table. Lucy's frustration only grew, especially when she noticed that the tray was hovering barely in centimeter off her hand.

Evey quickly took the drinks off the table and gave them to the people who ordered them. She quickly hid a smile when the guy on her left, the only one who ordered a beer, took a huge sip of his drink.

"What would you like to order?" she asked, slightly aware of her head nodding. The man on her left looked her up and down.

"Do they have any more of you back there?" he asked. Evey rolled her eyes. She was used to this. A lot of rich kids came in, thinking they owned the place, and thought they could have anything they wanted. A few people at the table chuckled.

"Rich that was unnecessary." Chris scolded lightly. Before 'Rich' could answer him, Evey cut in.

"Yeah, we do actually. But, unfortunately, the meal isn't offered to common jerks." She told him. The guy went to open his mouth, but the girl next to him but in.

"Richard, honestly, you can do better than an albino." she replied. Evey reached into her pocket, and tried to discreetly turn up her music. She got the albino crack a lot as well. She wasn't, but a lot of people assumed she was. She contributed it to the fact that her mother was French, and her father was Irish. However, she didn't think Even that would make her look sickly pale, and she didn't have a reason for that.

"Richard, Brittany, please. I understand you guy's are 'Business partners' but we would like it if you were a bit more respectful." the brunette next to Chris snapped. They shut up and rolled their eyes.

"Okay, Can I offer anyone any food that's on the menu?" Evey asked, getting slightly irritated. They all began giving orders, one by one. All the while she was resisting the urge to start singing to a song that just came on. If she didn't have her ear bud in though, she would've probably gotten lost in thought, something she did all too often. Once she was done with the orders she quickly left the table, leaving the group alone.

Chris watched the woman leave, he didn't fail to notice that the whole time taking their order, she was mouthing words, and nodding her head to some beat. It wasn't till she turned away did he notice the ear bud. He smiled to himself; he didn't Even think anyone could get away with doing that.

He then turned his gaze on Richard and Brittany, they were old friends of Bianca, and she thought it would be good to catch up. But he was soon finding that they were both extremely rude, and he was having a hard time keeping his mouth shut. But he found them at the meal to be slightly entertaining. Thanks to the waitress, Evey.

It seemed like anything they shot at her, she had something to counteract. He found himself trying his hardest not to throw a few insults of his own, playfully of course, to see if she could bounce back. As weird as it sounded, he liked to joke around like that, whether it is sarcastically or simply joking.

"Can you believe that Waitress?" Brittany's voice cut though his train of thought. Richard nodded in agreement. Chris glared at her.

"More like can you believe yourself, you guy's don't have to be rude." Chris shot. Bianca nodded next to him. Richard scoffed.

"Please, who cares? She's just a waitress." as soon as he said that, Evey came back, carrying a tray of food. He looked and saw it was the appetizers. She ignored Richards comment as she set a bowl of soup in front of him. She distributed the rest of them, and Richard held out his glass.

"Get me another one." he ordered. Evey raised her blonde eyebrows, and put her hands on her hips.

"Excuse me?" she asked. Richard gave a very similar look, almost surprised that she talked back to him.

"Get me another beer." he stated again. Evey bit the bottom of her lip, resisting the urge to throw him into the window. She grabbed the drink and turned around. She took about three steps before his bowl of soup, somehow, slipped off the table, and dumped into his lap. Richard quickly stood up and hissed.

"What the hell? The bowl was in the middle of the table!" he asked. Evey ignored him and walked up to the Bar.

"Refill." she muttered. Lucy looked at table twelve then back at her.

"Evey-"

"Lucy, He's been harassing me all night. If he doesn't stop being a bossy little asshole, I'm going to throw him into the wall." she muttered. Lucy shrugged and filled up the glass. When Evey got it back, she spit into it, and offered it to Lucy. Lucy sighed and spit into it as well. Right after she did it, Lucy's mom came around the corner and spit into it.

"He's in the bathroom, giving Everyone trouble. Apparently he can't get the tomato stain out of his pants." She said with a bit of an Italian accent. Evey laughed and walked to the table. When she got there, she saw that the Brittany girl was gone as well. She put the drink down and looked around.

"Any other refills?" she asked. They all shook her heads, a little bewildered that she seemed a bit cheerier all of a sudden. She smiled and went to the kitchen. She quickly got their food and finished serving them. She found a sudden relief when they asked for the check. She quickly gave it to them and went into the kitchen.

"Evey, I need a favor!" she heard someone say. She looked over, and saw Lucy's dad walk over to him. Though she should've known, like Mrs. Donelle, he had an Italian accent as well.

"Yes, Mr. Donelle?" She asked.

"I need you to take a few crates out into the alley. I know they won't be any trouble for you." he said, smiling at her a bit. She smiled and walked toward the crates. She was often asked to do theses jobs. She quickly picked up all four crates at one time, carrying them through the door they were next to. Once she was out there, she quickly set them down. She looked around to see if anyone was watching. There was no one, just the alley. She looked around, noticing the bits and pieces of trash that flew away from her, like tumbleweeds. The wet brick smell made her nose scrunch up a bit, but before she could get distracted any further, she concentrated on the boxes. They needed to be organized into a certain way, and it was very tedious for anyone to do.

She wasted no time taping into her powers. She watched as she used her Telekinesis to place the box in the right spot. Smiling when she was done, seeing as it was a terribly easy job, she went to walk back in, only to stop as a fire ball barely missed her head. She turned around quickly and saw a demon, two in fact. One had an energy ball ready to attack, and the other one was getting a fireball ready. Both were wearing black cloaks, so she couldn't see what they looked like.

The second demon threw the fireball, making her move to the side, using her powers to move it to the side. The other threw his energy ball and she also moved it. She made it do a u turn and attack the demon with the fireball. It vanquished him, and the other Demon got an energy ball ready. She quickly looked over and saw a rusty old pipe of some sort, lying on the ground. She quickly shot that at him before he threw it, and vanquished him.

Just when she though she was safe, another Demon shimmered in and shot an energy ball, to fast for her to stop. It hit her arm and she went to turn away, making her hiss in pain. He went to shoot another one, but she quickly shot it back at him, vanquishing him. She sighed as she looked at her arm, luckily it just missed her shirt, and she would hate to have to buy another one at their expense. She rolled her sleeves down, hoping to hide it as best she could.

Walking into the restaurant, she marched right up to the front desk where her sister was, getting the final check from someone. She didn't bother to look at who it was, instead, went straight for her older sister.

"We have a problem." she muttered. Morgan rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, you're bugging me while I'm working." She told her. Evey sighed.

"No, it really is a problem." she replied. She looked over to see who was at the desk, only to see Chris, again. He gave a small wave at her, and she returned it.

"Honestly, Evey, what is so important that we need to stop working?" Morgan asked. Just as Evey was about to answer, she felt someone grab her arm. Unfortunately, it was the same spot the Demon hit. She closed her eyes, and bit her lip, trying not to show her pain. She looked over and saw that guy, Richard.

"You know, usually I don't do this, but how about you meet me after your shift." he asked. He seemed to be a little tipsy, maybe close to drunk; he was obviously not one to hold his liquor.

"Sorry, but I have a hard time going for guy's who are natural jerks." she replied, trying to break free from him. He gripped her arm harder, and she let out a gasp of pain. Chris stepped forwards and pulled his arm away for her.

"Come on Richard, you should go home." he said sternly. Richard glared at him, and opened his mouth, when Mr. Donelle interrupted.

"I would prefer, that all fights be done anywhere but my restaurant. Is that understood?" he said. Chris nodded and Richard stormed off. Chris looked at her, his jaded green eyes, looking worried.

"Are you okay?" Evey flashed a quick smile, before nodding.

"I'm fine, thank you." She replied. Chris looked at her confused, wondering why she had such a hard time smiling.

"Your Chris right? We met you earlier." Morgan interrupted. Chris gave her a small grin.

"It was more like, ran into, than met." he told her. Eve looked at him.

"That's right; I still have your coat! Do you want it back, I have it with Me." she said. Chris gave her a crooked grin.

"Keep it; at least till your sweat shirt is clean." Evey rolled her eyes.

"It's fine, nothing a little spell-"

"Spell of good detergent, couldn't fix." Morgan cut in, budging her sister. Evey had a look of realization, and then nodded.

"Yeah that, plus I wouldn't want to leave you without a jacket." Evey said. Chris looked at them suspiciously before shaking his head.

"I have more at home, plus, that jacket was probably warmer than your sweat shirt anyway." Evey crossed her arms.

"I'll have you know, that my sweat shirt works fine, thank you very much." she told him. Chris gave a small laugh and looked at her arm, where he saw a stain of red.

"What's that?" he asked concern obvious in his voice. Evey looked down at her shirt, also seeing the red stain. She tried to think of something that would explain it.

"Tomato's." she said. Chris raised an eyebrow and Morgan shook her head.

"Tomato's?" Chris asked.

"Well... the soup, I was carrying tomato soup and I spilled a bit on my shirt, nothing to worry about." Evey told him. Chris looked at her in disbelief, but before he could say anything, the girl who sat with him before walked up.

"Chris, what's taking you so long?" she asked. The dark haired woman glanced over at Evey, her gaze seemed friendly, but there was a flash of jealousy. Which Evey completely thought was unnecessary. Unlike her sister, she was nothing near beautiful. She was short, she had very few curves- seeing as she had more of an athlete's body-, she looked sickly pale, and she wasn't the first person to know about style. Whenever she and her friends went out, most of the time Lucy was picking out her wardrobe and doing her make-up.

Morgan, however, was very beautiful. Unlike her sister she was a decent height, she had the perfect hourglass figure, she didn't have the sickly pale look, but instead an average pale that would tan Every now and then, and though she wasn't the first to know what was on the runway, she dressed very stylish. Evey thought her sister was way more of a threat than she would Ever be.

"I'm sorry," Chris said, breaking Evey out of her train of though. Evey then realized that her iPod was turned off. "This is Bianca, my girlfriend." he replied.

"No! Those assholes! When I get my hand on them, I'm gonna-" Evey said suddenly, when she realized that the demon attack had killed her headphones. She was cut off with a nudge from Morgan, but she ignored her. She checked her iPod to make sure it wasn't broken, and let out a sigh of relief when it was safe and sound. Bianca raised a Brunette eyebrow at the girl, Evey didn't notice, she was to busy looking at her damaged headphones.

"And, this is Morgan and Evey. I met them earlier today." Chris said, as her warily gazed at Evey. Though, he was trying not to laugh at her. She looked over and forced a smile. Why does she have such a hard time smiling? Chris though.

"It's nice to meet you, forgive Evey; she must have forgotten to take her Medication this morning." Morgan replied. Evey glared at her.

"It tastes funny, they don't give me the bubble gum kind anymore." she told her, jokingly of course. Morgan chuckled, and Chris gave a small laugh as well.

"We better are going, Ready, Chris?" Bianca asked. Chris nodded and smiled at Evey.

"Nice seeing you again." he told her. She nodded her head and looked back at her iPod, missing the glare Bianca sent her way. Morgan gave a small wave and watched as they left the restaurant. Morgan looked at her sisters' arm.

"Are you sure you are okay?" she asked. Evey looked at her sister confused, till Morgan pointed at her arm. Evey shrugged.

"Demons." she replied. Morgan sighed.

"You should get Kyle; He'll fix it for you." She told her. Evey rolled her eyes.

"I will, Eventually." she replied. Lucy walked up to them, her coat in hand.

"You okay?" she asked, looking at her arm. Evey nodded.

"Demon," she told her. Lucy sighed.

"Come on, when we get home we'll call Kyle." she told her. Evey looked at the clock.

"Wow, our shift is over already?" Evey asked. Morgan looked at her wrist watch and nodded. All three girls walked into the back room, quickly grabbing their jackets. Lucy looked over at Evey, and noticed the new dark brown coat she had. It was obviously a mans coat, due to the wannabe trench coat cut to it. And the man must have been about 5'8" to 5'10", seeing as the coat reached a good two or three inches past Evey's knees.

"Whose is that?" Lucy asked. Evey looked at her confused, till she realized that she was still carrying around Chris's jacket.

"Oh, this guy gave me his jacket." She replied. Lucy raised an eyebrow.

"Just like that?" she asked.

"He spilled his Coffee on her," Morgan told Lucy. Lucy finished putting on her jean jacket and laughed a little.

"Wow, way to go." Evey rolled her eyes and walked out of the room, out of the restaurant, and made her way home.