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Mia was just about to receive another patron when Delilah suddenly stood on the counter. Startled, Mia stared up at her, wondering what had gotten into the waitress today, when Delilah spoke, her voice ringing in the coffee shop and robbing everyone's attention. [i]"M-my customer, Solenne, has his soul mate here today and is looking for them."[/i] And at once, those words arrested Mia, held her captive where she stood.

Her eyes followed Delilah's sweeping gesture, and landed once more on the cloaked gloved man. Her wrist flared, as though the name printed on her skin could recognise its owner. She stared at him, taking in his composed demeanour and anticipatory gaze that was placed resolutely on the chair opposite him. Delilah, catching sight of Mia, grinned playfully down at her, and skipped lightly back to earth. [i]"Why don't you ask the man if he would like a short black?"[/i] she said ribbingly, and sauntered behind the counter to elbow Mia out of her spot. [i]"Or better yet, go say hi. I'm taking over the counter now."[/i] Delilah tried her best to conceal the distasteful look she cast at the foreboding machines, and Mia - as though propelled by Delilah's nudges - felt her feet leading her forward to the seating area, each step punctuated by a thunderous pulse. Closing the distance was maddening, as though waves were crashing soundly over her head. But they ebbed with each step, so that when Mia found herself by Solenne's table, her ears were not filled with drumbeats; her heart was free of that constriction which had made breaths thin and hard to come by; and her wrist was quiet, offering no complaint.

[color=6ecff6]"I'm Mia Adams,"[/color] Mia offered, because what else was there to say to someone whom you didn't know? She slipped languidly into a chair, folding her hands on the table before her. A smile in equal parts uncertain and curious unfurled smoothly over her lips as she stared into the face of a stranger she was very inclined to know, and flashed the underside of her wrist at him, where his name was emblazoned. [color=6ecff6]"But, I suppose you know that already, Solenne."[/color] She tried his name on for size, rolling it on her tongue, and tucking it away behind her teeth, tasting how it felt in her voice.