[i][color=aqua]I don't think I've ever seen such a porcelain smile.[/color][/i]

With a light groan, Jeff slid through the cafe in attempts to grab himself a nice orange juice. After acquiring a glass of the sweet nectar of the gods, he wandered about for a little while just kind of walking as he sipped his orange juice. More than twice, he found his glass becoming slippery and he nearly shattered it on the floor. Jefferson warned himself to be less careless, as the glass began to slip out his hand for the third time that morning.

Deciding that he needed to sit himself somewhere so that this didn't end in utter tragedy, Jeff looked about before spotting Lyra who seemed to be enjoying a cup of coffee. Plopping himself down next to her, all he said was: [color=aqua]"How's it going, band-mate?"[/color]