Harry & JT
As the two walked in, JT could hear the sounds of the steam machine filtering hot air through a cappuccino and the sound of whipped cream being ejected from it’s airtight container. He was distracted for a moment, but as Harry spoke, the vampire’s attention jumped back to the other. JT was ecstatic to hear that Harry had no hard feelings. He hated when people disliked him, which was surprising for a guy who you’d think has the biggest ego. JT made his way to the counter to ask the barista for two pumpkin scones. He paid with the credit card he puts everything on, the one he used a stolen identity to obtain. He grabbed the scones and sat down at a table up against the wall next to a huge painting of a steaming cup of coffee.
Harry followed him, watching him as he paid for the pumpkin scones. JT was an older guy, much more mature than he was. Maybe it was better that Elina had ended up with him. Harry was a young lad. Though he was probably a hundred years old, he still acted like an eighteen year old because it’d seem off for a one hundred year old acting his age. He sat down opposite of JT and smiled at him. “Thanks again”
