2019-11-09 - All That and Coffee Too

Settled in a table next to the window, Yule's dressed for the weatpher with a light blue dress shirt whose collars and cuffs poke out from the light brown sweater he wears. That sweater has a trio of buttons for it's neckline, with only the top done up, offering a bit of breathability to it all. A pair of dark denim blue jeans and black ankle high boots completes his outfit on this autumn day.

Before him rests a cup that still is half full of whatever it is the man had ordered, and of course there is the newspaper in his hands. It's folded over once to make it more manageable, and that is where the bulk of his attention is, browsing through to pass the time in enjoyment, rather than intense reading.

Newspaper again.

Everly makes it an all of two steps inside before she comes to a stop, her attention catching on the man with the paper, her eyes narrowing just a fraction at him. Then she starts towards the counter to place an order of a coffee and a blueberry muffin, money exchanged for items and she carries the pair over to where Yule is sitting next to the window, "What's the good news today?"

There's no expectation of an invitation, but that doesn't stop her from setting her things down before she tugs her light jacket off, tossing it over the back of the chair before she drops herself into the chair as well. Unlike him, she doesn't seem to be nearly as nicely dressed. It's a short skirt and leggings day, with a t-shirt that is about a decade older than she is, and with more than a hole or two in it.

It's a single finger that reaches up, tucking the corner of his paper down when he hears those words. Recognition flickers to his features when he spies Everly, and Yule has a retort at the ready, "Once I can find some in this damn thing, I'll let you know." It's a faint smile that touches the corners of his mouth. Out comes the press of his leg, his foot nudging the chair from the table in silent invitation even as she comes over. "How goes the fight against the assholes of the world?" Those brown eyes glance over her briefly as the newspaper is pulled down, "At least you weren't telling someone on the phone to fuck off when you came in, today, yeah?"

"So far no one deserves to have their face ground beneath the heel of my boot, so I'm counting this as a win." Everly points out as she gets comfortable, reaching for the muffin in front of her to tear it in half before she leans back in her chair, "You know, I bet I could actually make more money doing that for a living than waiting tables." She tears the half of the muffin into another half. That half then gets shoved into her mouth in one really large bite before she sets the remaining quarter on top of the half, crumbs being brushed away from her t-shirt.

Gabriel breezes on into Espresso Yourself in his off duty 'uniform' of a red henley and and jeans with a black leather jacket over it all. He heads for the counter to grab himself a coffee; nothing particularly interesting. "Hey, Doc!" calls out the detective when he spots the Medical Examiner. His companion, whom Gabe does not know, gets a nod.

"Should start one of those services like the no-thank-you-dating ones. The number girls give out to guys they don't want to meet again, and they get a prerecorded go away message. You can do the same, but for telling off assholes." Yule leans back in his chair, those brown eyes flickering briefly off through the windows to judge what the weather might do, even as he unfolds the paper, flips a page, and then folds it back up again. "Detective. You aren't out trying to drum me up more work, are you?" It's a playful quip cast towards the fellow, before introductions are made. "Detective, this is Everly, vanquisher of assholes. Everly, this is Detective Gabriel."

"Detective." Everly replies as she glances towards the man in question, managing to at least not greet him with her mouth still full of blueberry muffin, her hand brushing against the table, collecting the crumbs into a little pile to be disposed of later. "Are cops now having to actually drum up business?" There are opinions on this. But she doesn't share them, instead she reaches for her coffee with a curious look at Yule, "Yeah, telling off the assholes. Totally what I was talking about."

"Yeah. When the Doc here doesn't have enough work to do, I go around and shoot some people just for sport to keep him in business." Gabriel's voice is, safe to say, not serious. "Gabe Quintanilla," he introduces himself again to Everly. He seems to assume he is welcome at the table and drops himself down with his coffee. No muffin today.

It's a sly smile that Yule casts towards Everly, one brow arching upwards with a questioning look. "What? From what I could tell, you were doing quite a fine job with it last time." No complaint comes from the man as Gabriel joins them, the fellow flashed a snort of noise coming from him at the bit of morbid humor. "You working today, or is it your day off too?" Save for the whole, shit can go sideways at anytime, of course. As more come around, that paper is finally fully folded up and put down upon the table, giving his new table companions his full attention.

Beans, beans, beans. COFFEE. If there's one person in the world who should be prohibited from caffeination, it's the man who just sailed right into the coffee shop. Ellis Duchannes. Local...local...there's no articulation for it.

Ellis bursts through the door and yells, "FREEE WIIIII-FIII!" out to the street in his wake as if it were something to develop hysteria for. He keeps moving, following the line of his momentum through the door till suddenly he spots something out of the corner of his eye, and like a puppet on a string, he lets his hand get 'stuck' in the air, like someone stopping him, then spins once into the new direction that is Yule. Seating himself behind the man, he simply smiles like a loon at all of the people Yule is talking to, nodding emphatically at his assessment of Everly's job.

Work of some sort or the other always keeps Erin busy. Not right this moment though. She's taken some time off to do some work of another kind and she's got a notebook tucked beneath an arm while holding the thicker part in her hand as she comes in and approaches the counter. "Large but I want it in a to-go cup in case I don't finish it all here. Yeah, half cappuccino and half hot chocolate." The Addington's drink of choice. "That's all for now, thank you." She sounds and looks a little distracted as her phone chirps at her and she checks over the text message. Hurriedly she taps out a message before withdrawing a twenty that was tucked inside the wallet case. Her drink is paid for, a tip is left and she glances around finally to see who all was present at this time of the day. Her attention is diverted by Ellis and his yelling, but she follows his movements only briefly, noticing Gabriel.

The door swings open and in steps a paramedic, hand on her radio mic, saying, "Out of service." A voice squacks back over the radio inquiring after a scone, and Sutton rolls her eyes, tipping her mic again to say, "Copy." A beat. "Out. Of. Service." Which, of course, means nothing if there's an actual emergency the other bus on call can't handle alone, so she doesn't turn her radio off, just down.

She throws a thumbs up over her shoulder. Outside, an ambulance is parked, still running, with someone in the driver's seat, who appears to be too busy playing Candy Crush to acknowledge the hand gesture. No matter, the blonde paramedic makes her way in, wearing her dark blue cargoes, tee, sundry pins and a markings of a GHFD paramedic. You know how you can tell? Her shoulders say PARAMEDIC across the back. FD labels their people for easy yelling at. She queues up in the line.

"Everly Kelly." Everyone knows who the Kelly's are, right? Everly just assumes so, and there is a stare at Gabriel as she waits for the potential recognition, then she goes back to work on finishing up the muffin that she'd begun tearing apart. "Of course I was telling him off well, I've got practice at doing it." Which is a sad state of things, honestly. Either way when Ellis bursts in she glances towards the door, then back, then it just seems like the chaos is heading for their table, "You just attract everyone, don't you?" She then starts to get to her feet, reaching for her jacket before she finishes her coffee, "Have fun. Detective. Doc." Ellis gets a quick look. "Person I don't know." Then she's heading towards the door without further comment.

Sparrow isn't sure she's that enthusiastic about free wifi, the declaration made in her general direction as she makes for the entrance giving her pause. She shoots a look this way, that. Anyone care? Nope. Okay then. Without further hesitation, she follows Ellis on inside. Incidentally. Not that she knows the guy. Other than her neon red hair, she's all monochrome today, black jacket with embroidered silver stars worn over a white tee shirt declaring her 'Made of Stars' and some faded black jeans and worn black boots. She scans the room, looking for... well. Whatever she was looking for, it's probably over there where all the most compelling patrons are gathered. Hands shoved into her pockets, she makes thattaway, a curious look cast to Yule, and the person perching behind him. And then to Gabriel, a small smile playing at her lips. But she says nothing. And pursues no coffee.

Yule's brown eyes flicker over to the sudden whirlwind that is Ellis bursting through the entrance, and his features do a remarkably solid job of staying calm even when he feels that looming presence just over his shoulder. It's a moment of weighing things back and fourth before the man just reaches into his back pocket, pulling out his wallet, and from that? A ten dollar bill. "Leave the whole rest of it as a tip." That poor barista is going to need it to deal with his younger brother. He waits for Ellis to take that tenner, though he flashes a faint smile towards Everly, "Seems like it today, doesn't it? Good to see you again, Everly."

He doesn't offer introductions for his brother, not just yet. It's the flash of red hair that draws his eye, an upnod cast towards Sparrow in silent greeting and a look that speaks: 'Don't ask.'

Gabriel startles a little bit when someone pops up behind Yule like that, his eyes going wide for a moment. That is not the sort of thing he was expecting! But oh, look, other people! "Hey, Sutton!" calls out the detective to the paramedic. All the people in the chain of death here at Espresso Yourself today. And while he smiles at Sparrow, he doesn't say anything, either. Inside joke?

Ellis opens his mouth, his grin still playing at his lips as he glances at the bill just hanging in the air as if it grew off a vine. He wastes no time, fingers dashing up to snatch it as he leans to place a big, "MWAH!" on the crown of Yule's head. "Thaaank you!" He has manners!

Then he peels out from his seat and slides his way into line behind Sutton, "Do they put it in all caps so that everyone yells it?" He wonders to her back, pretty much ignoring all of the little verbal and nonverbal greetings being exchanged in the air around him.

For now, Yule has successfully sidelined the man. For now.

"Sutton, it's good to see you again," noticing the Paramedic coming in after her. Erin collects her drink, leaving the tip and changes the destination of her gaze to one of the nearby tables. Her steps are light and she finds a chair to slip into before placing her tall cup on the table and opening the lid so it can cool off. The notebook follows and she opens it, starting to put her pen to the paper.

Sutton glances over at Ellis. She looks at him hard for a minute, like she's trying to place him. Then Yule, then Gabriel, who gets a return, "Quintanilla," then Finch, and finally Erin, whom she definitely recognizes. "Hey, Erin." She moves in closer to the counter, giving the menu a look over. Ah, the curly-haired one dipping into line behind her. Sutton turns full around to face him. "Men do yell my name pretty often, but that's not on my shirt." She regards the green-eyed man for a couple of silent beats. "Did I revive you a couple of times over the summer, or do you just look like you need an intervention?"

Sparrow isn't gonna ask. Not a peep, but there does seem to be some comment kept back as Yule offers up some cash to Ellis. She tracks the the latter over to line before looking to the former and wondering, "Should I settle in or..?" The ease in her posture with her hands tucked into her pockets like that suggests no preference whatsoever. Hell, she offers a very convincing impression that she could just stand here like this patiently. It's a lie. But it's a good one, at the moment, while she's got all these curious lines to trace, all these names and relationships and interesting intersections to observe.

It is when Sutton draws his attention to Erin that he realizes that the Addington is here. "Hey! Erin." He lifts his coffee to her and then gestures over at Sparrow, making the connection. "Sparrow over here was the neighbor swiping my extra key when we had dinner the other night. Figure I should make the introduction." Poor redhead getting dragged into this.

Yule's brown eyes trail after Ellis, giving a brief sympathetic look to Sutton and Erin, whom now have to deal with the tasmanian devil that is his little brother. But not too sympathetic, because he? Has to deal with it near daily. "That's Ellis," He finally offers to those at and near his table, "Noel Ellis, in the theme that our mother loved... but given his twin is Noelle Elodie... well. Ellis."

Yule's already calculating time, how long is that line, how long will it take his brother to figure out what he wants. Up his coffee cup comes, the last of it drained quickly to give Sparrow the answer she's looking for before he starts to rise. "Gabriel," He comments, a touch of a smile gracing his features, "I'm not on call today, so you find anything weird? Keep it on ice till tomorrow."

Certainly not adverse to introductions or conversation, Erin offers a tentative smile to Sparrow. "A pleasure meeting you, Sparrow. I'm Erin." She definitely does not throw in the Addington name, but her whole bearing pretty much screams old money. The pen is placed down on the notebook and the smile turns more friendly. "It's good to see you again, Gabe." While Yule is handing out sympathetic looks, she returns an understanding one to him. She has a big enough family to have a few that are loco on occasion.

Ellis presses his lips together, but it doesn't get rid of that spritely look in his eyes. He slowly grins at Sutton's quip. "Must be /lovely/ for them," he dramatically intones. Then he holds his finger to his lips in thought at her question.

"Well, if it was you, it wasn't all that memorable," Ellis says with a shrug. "But I am desperately in need of an intervention," he says, letting his eyebrow slide up to give him large puppy dog eyes which dissolves into a laugh. "So do I just shout out...." He glances outside to the Candy Crush master and yells in that direction, "MEDIC!" and then clears his throat. "And then you'll come and revive me?"

"Swiping," Sparrow counters Gabriel with mild indignation, entirely insincere. "That makes it sound like exactly what it was." She flashes a bright smile to Erin and waves her way. "Sparrow Jones. Nice to meetcha." If she's bothered by the absence of a last name, she shows not one little inkling of it. What she does show is a flicker of curiosity as she looks between Erin and Gabe, but it doesn't last. Her attention turns too promptly to Yule. And then back to Ellis, a crooked grin turned his way. "My parents had a thing for birds and saints. My twin's pretty sure he got the worst of it, but our baby sister's name is Zelie Dove." She straightens slightly as Yule gets up, shifting her posture from idling to intention to move, as her curiosity alights on Gabe again.

"Yeah. Sure thing, Doc. Good thing with your patients are they don't go anywhere when you're tied up with something else." Homicide humor right there from Gabriel. But Yule gets a toss of his head. But then he's got the Erin and Sparrow greeting to manage. "Good to run into you, too, Erin. Sneak free from your studies and jobs for a bit?" He offers for Sparrow, "Erin's a nursing student and working at Kelly's Gym and a medical assistant for this new doctor's office."

The medical examiner is listening to the conversation around him, and Erin's name is filed away, another brief glance to her to associate more distinctly her face to that name. "Ellis. You better bring something back to Nat, hear me?" A beat of a pause, and with a distinctive older-brother, dour look cast towards the younger man, he adds on, "Something fresh... not a still half full cup someone left behind." And then Yule hears that conversation Ellis is having with Sutton, and those brown eyes lift skyward for a moment. Lips move, but no words come.

"Snow. Winter. Somehow, the oldest? She escaped it. Natalia." But then he's moving, a warm bit of laughter coming from him for Gabriels' quip back. "Have a good one." It's only a brief glance towards Sparrow, a nudge of his head in invitation as he passes by on his way towards the door.

"Phrasing." Sutton says, stepping away from Ellis to head up to the head of the line and order, "Iced chai latter, to-go cup, iced caramel chocolate bullshit, extra caramel, a streusel muffin and a toasted bagel with honey butter." She passes over twenty and waves off any change. Her partner in the rig doesn't even twitch with the yell of MEDIC! That's some awesome response there. Must be a good game he's got going. Then again, that's the FNG in the rig and he's not super alert.

"Noel and Noelle?" Sutton's lips curve into a smile. She's thinking so many things she simply does not say, but she might say them. You can see them skittering behind her eyes, like little sugarplum fairies. She drags her gaze away, finally, and over to Gabe, ticking to Sparrow and her shock of red hair. "Sparrow. Harry Sutton." She smiles, amusement carrying over. "My number's 911." She looks over to Yule for a couple of beats. New ME, huh? Noted. Something about the 'new doctor's office' has her glancing at Erin before she's fielding a deli bag with the muffin. She steps out of the way to let Ellis afflict himself on the barista to order.

Doc? Sparrow's black brows pitch upward into neon bangs as she looks to Yule, this detail tucked away for later. Looking back to Erin, she informs her, "You're crazy," in case the stranger hadn't already been aware of her own insanity. "Nothing wrong with crazy, but that sounds like a scary kind." Sutton's introduction earns a bright smile and a gesture of a still-pocketed hand to her own belly to indicate herself as she amends her introduction with, "Phil." Cuz a girl can never have too many names. "Nice to meetcha, Harry." But then her head's tipping toward Yule who she clearly means to follow. There's a nod for the group, then another for Gabe, the most familiar of the lot, with a, "See you soon, detective." And then it's onward to the rest of Saturday.

"Which part? Working for Joey Kelly? Doctor WInters or Nursing school? I've been doing the nursing longest, about finished with as far as I'm going to go with it for awhile. I like working in the Gym but I figure that a doctors office is more hands on experience I'm going to need before going to the ER." Erin doesn't mind being called crazy though and she nods towards Gabriel. "Sure, I'll text you when I have a free minute." The ME is given a quick look and she smiles, offering a wave to his departing back. "Take it easy." And after the look from Sutton, she gives her an equally curious look. "How have you been? Haven't seen you much since the funeral."

Ellis lets out an exasperated sigh at Yule's words, rolling his eyes. "But it's good to share!" he calls after the man. It's a moment of distraction that robs him of the chance to wax poetic on how smart Gray Harbor's paramedics are. A small mercy to those around him.

When Sutton steps up to order, this puts Ellis in range of stepping up to lean back against the counter as he remembers to check on the ambulance, an after thought to his antics. "Jesus. I guess not." The cold harsh reality of the untrained. "Gray Harbor's finest." As he's running recon what people have left behind, because Yule gave him a good idea (!!!), Sutton's question snaps his attention back with a squint at the woman's grin. "/Ell-is/...don't worry love, I've got you on speed-dial." When Sutton moves off, he pivots to lean the other way, his elbows propping him up. "Coffee and coffee," he says with an intense gaze.

Gabriel seems a bit puzzled when Yule heads off with Sutton but nods to them both in departure. Quizzical. Aaaanyway. "Oh, crazy in the good way, Erin," says Gabriel as he takes a sip from his coffee, keeping a wary eye on Ellis. Juuuust in case. He gives a Sutton a quick 'you okay?' glance.

"I know how to get rid of the body in a way no one will know, Ellis." Comes the big brotherly warning from Yule. He pauses, just long enough to give a far more polite and amused offering to those he is leaving, given names had been exchanged. "Yule Duchannes. If you have to sedate him," This is said to Sutton, his chin tucking down in an all too serious look, "We'll understand." And then he's out through the door, making certain it's left open long enough to allow Sparrow to exit as well.

"Not one little thing wrong with working for Joey Kelly," Sparrow calls back to Erin, adamant on this point. "It's all the everything." Should she be worried about stepping out with someone who just admitted some competence at hiding bodies? Maybe. Is she? Nah. Out she goes.

Accepting a plate with a toasted bagel smeared with honey butter, Sutton moves over to set it all down. She smirks at Yule's commentary regarding Ellis. Only once he gone does she say, "When did they start making smoking hot MEs?" She picks up her bagel and takes a bite, watching a pair of tailored trousers exit the shop. She shakes her head and turns her gaze to Erin. "Is your boss a ginger?" Her gaze then follows Sparrow out. Yes, it does drop to watch her leave.

There's another bite of her toasted bagel before she turns, that still in her mouth, to accept two iced to-go concoctions of a caffeinated variety. To Ellis she says, "Don't worry yourself, pet. When you use the number, we roll lights and sirens."

"Didn't you hear brother? I'm getting into the pimping business!" Ellis sings songs in his older brother's wake. They look nothing alike. "Since my mother decided to adopt children like she was tasting the rainbow." After getting his coffee, he looks to Sutton and gets a dreamy look, "Sirens and lights? My faaavorite."

Yeah, Erin watches the ME go but not with the same sort of interest Sutton is showing. She looks more bemused he's related to the same guy talking rainbows. But then Sutton watches Sparrow go the same way and she chuckles. "What's wrong with my ass? You don't watch me go like that." Amused, she closes her notebook, because she isn't going to be getting any work down here right now, too distracted with Sutton being there to just talk to. Finally.

"Yeah he's got red hair and a beard. Did.. you look at him like that too? Girl." A shake of her dark head. "Next time I'm coming over with nothing on." Maybe she's joking. A wave after those departing, in case they look back she didn't want to look unfriendly or anything. "Feel free to join me, Sutton."

"You have a great ass," chimes in Gabriel, reassuringly, to Erin. "I promise. And I know, right?" He may not be checking out Yule, but he can at least offer some concurrence from a detached point of view. "We'll keep him in the office so much that he'll get withered and pasty soon enough." Medical examiner humor! It's a niche market. "But can I join, too?"

Rather than horrified, as many people in Gray Harbor surely must be by Ellis, Sutton seems amused, perhaps moreso for Yule's professionalism and psychic pain at having to deal with... that. The blonde takes a sip... apparently of the wrong drink, because she blehs and puts them down. "Fucking coffee." She's gonna be tasting that for the next twenty minutes. Not even all the mocha and caramel sauce can cut the flavor. Her phone dings with a message, so she slips that out of her pocket and stands there next to a table looking down at it.

Her hazel eyed turn to the window. She squints a little and makes another hand gesture at her partner for the week.

And then Erin's speaking, and she smiles a little more widely. "Erin, my sweet, I do. You're just not looking at me when it's happening." She laughs and says, "No, nope. I met a new doctor last night, and took a chance on it being the same. Seems a nice man." Troubled, but nice. And, really, in this town? Who isn't a little troubled. She finishes off half of the bagel.

"Fair enough. So there's no objections if I watch you leave too then? Not to rush you off or anything, but when you do." Erin picks up her drink and tilts it to Sutton in silent salute before taking a drink. Several things run through her mind to say but she sorts and discards each one before finally just settling for, "Jacob Winters? If that's the man, he's one and the same. His office is still pretty slow still since he's new and still getting new patients."

Gabriel has her attention diverted towards him a moment. "Thanks," she smiles. "Join what? The watching of people leaving?" Probably a little deliberately obtuse there.

"Sure. I'm happy to check out anyone's ass," says Gabriel, cheerily, as he goes to join Erin and Sutton at the table, or just Erin, or whoever it is that is here, exactly. "Or any other part of their anatomy. Chest, for instance." He can roll with it.

"My FNG's restless." Sutton picks up the other half of her bagel, which isn't actually her bagel, shoves the muffin in the bag under her arm, and then lifts both drinks. She grins around the carbs in her mouth. "Go right ahead." That comes out muffled a bit, but is understandable enough. She reaches up to spear the bagel onto the mocha straw, one neat bite taken out of it, then wanders toward the door to hand off her partner's lunch, minus half and a bite.

"Yeah, that's the one. I like him well enough, and he admitted to at least one of his faults up front. Always a good place to start with a potential physician for your sundry bits." She circles a cup around. "Quintanilla, when the PD ends up dumped in sensitivity training, I'm going to have a field day trying to figure out if it was you or Javi responsible for that shit. And I will mock you through the window all goddamn day." She'll take off, if necessary, to do it.

Erin tilts her head and watches Sutton as she gathers her things and heads for the door. Of course she's watching, she said she would! "You know," she says after a moment. "I agree, Sutton. I think men are the only reason I'm single. When that day comes, I'm coming with you and we'll watch them all day.. Because damn. There are some people I could just watch do anything."

Shaking her head, she gathers her notebook and her cup before getting to her feet. "Doc Winters seems like a nice guy but I'm definitely not pursuing him in any other way. Just a job." She follows along towards the door and looks back at Gabriel with a half smile. "Good luck on your spin the bottle, staring at chests and backsides all day. I'm sure that will keep you warm at night too." A wink in his direction.

Gabriel laughs and shakes his head. "I told you I didn't even get a turn in spin the bottle. As for the other stuff, sure, you can talk about checking out asses and hot medical examiners, but when I do it it's suddenly in --"

Gabriel then pauses and tilts his head. "Okay, yeah. I just heard that out loud. Point."

Sutton laughs, raising one of her cups to Erin's comment, saluting her with an iced chai latte. She turns to hit the door with her back, heading out that way instead of risking a spill of either drink. "He didn't look at my tits once. I don't think he's into girls right now." And it's with that parting comment that the blonde exits the shop, ever the classy one. She catches the door with her heel and calls in, "Dinner sometime this week. Text me." Who is she talking to? Well, there are only three people in this shop she's been introduced to, soooo.

Really, who has her number? Her actual number. 911 for dinner might have consequences. She's laughing all the way out to the rig.

Ellis swoops in to take the coffee Sutton sets down. "And that one's for Natalia," he notes aloud to himself as if thoughts are just buzzing in and out of his head like a cloud of electricity. He's been too busy playing with all the additives and doing things like pondering on whether, "Are these condiments?! Cooondom-ents." He tucks away packets of sugar, way more than any one individual needs, and then watches the paramedic leave. He tilts his head back at her invitation to, OF COURSE IT'S HIM. OF COURSE. He just smirks and then starts looking around for to-go cups, fumbling his way through different sized lids.

Sutton will have dinner dates three times this week. Erin was convinced of it. There's a wave to the parting paramedic, then she watches Ellis with a little bit of a squint. "Are you okay over there? I'd offer you a ride but.. I'm not. No idea who you really are." She gets to the door with her notebook and her large to-go cup before looking back at Gabe.

"Hon, your options aren't limited. I'm certain you have plenty out there. You're a detective and a very sexy one at that. I'm just pretty sure we want different things. And I'm sure our definitions of dating are far different. I'm glad I met you, though. You are a really great guy and hopefully I'll see you around. If you ever need a friend or anything, you got my number." Another smile his way before she heads back out for her car.

Gabriel finishes up his own coffee, and lifts his cup to Erin. "Yeah. I hear you. It was good meeting you, too, Erin, and, as you said, you got my number." A flash of a grin to her as he gives Ellis a bit of a wary look. Yeah. He is headed out as well.

"I'm just /peachy/," Ellis brandishes a smile for Erin. She's the only one. The only one left. THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE. Does she have a scar on her forehead? Oh wait, that guy is still here too. But /she's/ on her way out, and as she speaks, he tilts his head as experiencing a strange sense of deja vu. Then he just shrugs and grabs a lid of each size before strolling out to walk the streets,.