"She is here again?" Delphine asks as she dumps her bags in the back room. Rachel Duncan was sitting in the same spot in the back of the shop as the day before. This time she was tapping away on a laptop. Steaming tea next to her on the table. "Yeah. She made some comment about making sure we don't ruin this place when I got her tea this morning," Scott replies.

"She has no life. She's been here all day," Cosima says as she passes them. She walks into the storage closet. As she passes them again, with two bags now in her hands she mutters, "Probably realized she had new underlings to torture. Jokes on her. Sarah should be stopping by. Probably with Helena."

"Helena and Rachel don't get along. At all. Seriously. Don't come between them," Scott fills in. Giving Scott a puzzled look Delphine asks, "Cosima mentions Sarah a lot. But Helena? Should I know them?" She follows Scott out the back room. "Oh. You didn't meet them?"

"Oh right. Nope. They came in the day Delphine left early," Cosima says. She fiddles with the coffee machine for a second. Turning to Delphine she says, "I don't know if you really got a chance to see them, see them. But Sarah is the punk rock looking brunette. British accent…uh…you've actually seen her twice. Helena's her twin. Wild blonde hair. You can't forget it."

"Oh. Yes. I think I may remember their faces," Delphine answers. She takes a moment to sift through all the possible faces in her head. The door chimes open. A group of three walks in, chatting raucously. "Scott, Delphine, your turns," Cosima motions towards the register with a smile. Scott moves quicker, helping the first one.

-FLC-

"You think you could do better? I'd loooove to see you try," Cosima scoffs. She moves over to the espresso machine. Holding the cup under before pulling the lever. Rachel's face was hardened with a glare. Delphine, grabbing two chocolate chip cookies, was beginning to wonder how long this battle between Cosima and Rachel would go on for. Arms crossed over her chest, Rachel was leaning back on the back counter. "Whether or not I can do better is irrelevant. You three are the ones who should be preforming seamlessly."

"We are. Maybe if you stepped back long enough to stop breathing down our necks you would know." Cosima turns to the waiting customer, "Would you like whipped cream?"

"Yes, thank you." Delphine gets the whipped cream and passes it to Cosima who tops the drink off. She caps it and walks over to the side counter. "Have a great day," she says with a forced smile.

"Thanks, you too."

"I'm trying," Cosima mumbles under her breath.

"I'm not 'breathing down your necks' as you put it. I'm simply following your wishes and doing my job as manager." There was a quirk to Rachel's mouth. A ghost of a smirk. Filling up a cup of lemonade, Delphine tried to subtly watch Rachel. Who was still leaning back, butt on the edge of the counter, arms crossed. She seemed content to stay there for the rest of the day. Must she be back here with us? I need that counter. She's just in the way. Ooh. Cosima is going to do something inappropriate very soon. Delphine could feel the annoyance rolling off of Cosima in waves. It was practically materializing in the air. Scott, knowing what was safe, had quickly moved himself to table cleaning duty. Delphine handed the lemonade to the customer with a smile. Which was not returned. Cosima was taking the finale customer's order when door chimes clattered against an abruptly opened door. "Oi Oi," came Sarah's loud greeting.

"Hey Sarah," Cosima called back.

"Hello, Cosima," Helena said with less vigor than her twin.

"Hello Helena," Cosima replied this time smirk making it's way to her face. Delphine watched as Cosima shot Rachel a look before starting the customer's latte. If possible Rachel's posture became stiffer as Sarah and Helena moved forward. As the woman shuffled to the side counter to wait for her drink, Sarah dropped her arms onto the front counter. "So. Tony was thinkin' about dropping by this weekend. You up for a party?" Sarah asks Cosima's back. After handing the drink off with a "have a great day" Cosima turns to Sarah. "Yeah, sounds fun. Who's supplying?"

"Pro'aly Alison. Or Fee. I don't know. Tony might be bringing somethin'. We'll see."

"Sestra. Buy me some cake…please," Helena says fingers tapping the glass above said cake.

"You buy it."

"I did not bring money."

"Guess you're not gettin' it then."

"Sestra."

"No."

"Fine." Helena walks off. With a roll of her eyes Sarah turns her focus to the two heads of blonde hair behind the counter. With a smirk she says, "No mad dash out the shop today huh?"

"Oh! Non. I'm, I'm good today," Delphine stutters. She hopes the embarrassment didn't show on her cheeks. She remembers who Sarah is now. And she most definitely dashed out of the shop both times the woman was present. "Sarah don't be a bitch. Delphine lemme formally introduce you to the punk rock hoe Sarah Manning—

"Ey!"

"And over there getting money from a petrified Scott is the better twin Helena Manning."

"Goddammit. Helena!" Sarah turned to watch as Scott in fact handed Helena money with shaky hands. The smile on Helena's face was bright and innocent. She happily trotted back over to the counter with her money. "Now. I would like cake."

"Coming right up," Cosima said trying to contain her snickers. Sarah groaned rubbing her hand down her face. "Whatever. Meathead, this is Delphine."

"Do not call me this," after shooting Sarah a glare Helena politely reached over the counter, "Hello Delphine." Shuffling forward Delphine quickly took Helena's hand. Giving it a light shake she said, "Hello, Helena."

"Your accent. You are from Europe. France, yes?"

"Oui, I am. You too, have an accent?" Puzzled Delphine looked from Helena to Sarah. Then to Cosima. Confusion written on her face. Each crinkle in her forehead, a different question. Cosima jumped in, "Helena was raised in the Ukraine. They're like a movie. Twins separated at birth only to find each other again in their teens. Cool right? I keep telling Sarah they need to go on like Oprah or something. Oh Ellen! There's an idea."

"We're not going on tv Cos," Sarah replies with a roll of her eyes. Grin on her face Cosima shrugs, "Ooookay. Just know that it's still pretty epic. Your story could be big. You two could be faaamous," she ends teasingly.

"That's the last thing I need," Sarah mutters hand in her hair. Not bothering to move to a table Helena was already halfway through her cake. Eyes continuing to evaluate Delphine. This gaze was unlike the one Delphine's used to receiving from Cosima. Nervously biting her lip she tries not to fidget too much. Awkwardly attempting to keep Helena's gaze. Helena continues to study her for a few more piercing seconds. With an affirmative nod she turns to Cosima and says, "Her I like." There's a cut of eyes that shoot a glare at Rachel. The opposite of the previous statement being discernable from a low growl escaping from Helena's throat. Eyes hopping from a stoic Rachel to a visibly displeased Helena, Delphine is surprised to realize she had forgotten Rachel was even behind her. Before she can think to hard about it Cosima whines, "Uuuugh Helena," then covers her face. Delphine eyes then bounce from an embarrassed Cosima to smirking twins. Uncovering her face with a pout Cosima looks at Delphine. Probably hoping she didn't understand Helena's connotation. With a giggle Delphine gives Cosima a wink.

-FLC-

"Your friends are very amusing," Delphine smiles. The shop quiets down now that Helena and Sarah were gone. (Helena had to physically push an agitated Sarah out of the shop before a fight could break out.) "I think embarrassing is the word you're looking for," Cosima grins looking up.

"Maybe." Delphine watches as Cosima turns back to the case. Muttering to herself. Using her fingers to air count cookies. It wasn't quite closing time. But it was getting there. And an inventory list was needed. "Okay. We still have like 10 of these suckers left. Alison made way too many cookies this time."

"Maybe Helena would like some."

"She definitely would," Cosima stands up, "But if I bring another batch of sweets over Sarah might kill me. Then again. If Tony's coming I can use that as an excuse. Him and Helena will wolf down everything. Thanks. Oh. I got this one." Cosima wipes her hands on the back of her skirt (Delphine definitely wasn't watching) before leaping over to the counter. Delphine walks over to the case. Bending down she picks up where Cosima left off. After a few minutes she was rapt in the process of counting then writing it down. Counting, write it down. Count. Write. A soft tap of a warm finger presses on her cheek. Pen and notepad slipping out her hands as Delphine squeaks in surprise. "Oh shit. Haha, sorry. Didn't mean to startle you," Cosima laughs.

"It's fine," Delphine waves off. Blushing as she grabs the pen and paper from the floor. "Counting pastries really that captivating?" Cosima teases with a smile.

"Yes. No. I was. I was just focusing," Delphine says looking up at Cosima through her lashes. Pink still warming her cheeks. There's a pause before Cosima answers, "Uh, I was totes just teasing you. Anyways. Is it cool if I leave you here with Ray Ray and Scott?"

"You should probably not call her that after what happened earlier."

"Nah it's cool. If she hears me she'll just be reminded of Sarah. Then she'll make that 'I want to kill you slowly and painfully' face or give me like the Duncan Death Glare. Which are more or less the same thing, but watevs. So, are you cool?" With a cheeky grin Cosima adjusts her glasses, "Like if I leave now will I be informed about how I need to shit kick Rachel for you?" With a quick glance down Delphine looks back up at Cosima and says, "I will be fine. You won't need to…shit kick? Rachel." The grin on Delphine's face almost, almost, matches Cosima's. Cosima's smile only got brighter. Fangs appearing as she says, "Well, just in case you do, you got my number now." With a nod of her head she walks off to the back room. Retrieving her belonging before heading for the door. Delphine watches Cosima walk out of the shop, skateboard in hand. When the chimes jingle shut Delphine stands back up. Setting the pen and notepad down she looks around for Rachel. Who's eyes seemed to be already on her.

AN: Wow sorry this was kinda a long wait. :/ school's dumb. Buuuut here we are!