Talk:Nearby Town/Coffee Shop/@comment-26208390-20131201205247/@comment-26208390-20131201210415

When Vexuvius was not looking, a dark smile splintered her features at the conflicted she had created purposelly. A master of manipulation, you could say. She cast an innocent look of apology over her shoulder at the cute cashier and walked towards an empty seating, calling her brother with a sing-song voice. She sat and slid the napkin between her legs to hide it from her acutely sensed brother (who would more than likely find it) and used the tip of the spoon to gather some whip cream, her tongue flicking out to gather up the contents.

It was not a question. It was clearly a demand.