Her worn down converse; a small hole forming on the sole. It didn’t stop her from wearing her favorite pair anywhere even if the that meant getting her socks a little wet from the puddles forming along the paved side walk. Fall hanging on Octobers last grasps while winter was slowly creeping in as the days got colder .Lexia moved slowly though the crowded streets. New York City was no place for her, but she had tried to make it work, for Reighn. Her love from another lifetime.
Reighn loved the hustle and bustle of the streets, the different music you would hear, the swearing, and the love… everything you would see and hear all in three blocks of walking. Lexia did not. She loved to stop and not have to worry about getting bulldozed over by dozens of people. She loved adventure elsewhere. She wanted to move to California or maybe Colorado…. Out where she would express herself freely and not wonder if she missed her bus, what train she needed to switch to. Even driving a car in the Big City was next to Impossible, unless you wanted a 20 minute walk to turn into an hour drive.
~ If you don’t Hurry your Coffee loving caboose up you’re gonna be late to your shift again~ Her Friend Claira texted.
How Lexia was Grateful for her friend and Co-Vampire Roommate. Only 200 years only Claira didn’t look a day over 27. This girl was the nicest non-ish human ever, with dead as night black hair with small pieces of purple and green intertwined and the green eyes with gold flecks just made men swoon harder for this girl, it was Nuts. ~ Excuse me, not my Fault that Peach-a-belum’s has the best coffee and the line
is like 10 miles long!… I will be there in 10~
~ You BETTER make that 5 Lexia… or your ass is Grass~
Lexia walked a bit faster, coffee jiggling in her cup; dribbling over the edges while her converse were getting damp from the puddles of a freshly brewed storm that passed by. “Excuse me, ‘scuse me, ‘scuse me”
She said weaving though the people, they nudged her trying to get out of the way and some ignoring her completely. “Watch it” “sorry” and “be careful”
all spewed out in the same few minutes it took from her to get from Peach-A-Belum’s coffee and sweets to the lonely speakeasy she worked at. The moment she arrived at the little bar she could hear the music of the nightclub next to it. Shaking her head she entered the little bar and removed her coat. It felt like home. Dimly lit with a warm glow of candles, gaslight lanterns and overhanging table laps. The faint smell of cigar tobacco and gin lingered on the old wood grain walls. The candles warmed her instantly, especially her toes damp from the water leaking in.
“Lexia! You’re on time for once” She chuckled and turn to find Claira smiling at her warmly.
“I guess so” she smirked, shook her head and got to work.