Illyria's Coffee Mate
London, the world without shrimp 2022
Illyria walked into the shop with her head up, her robotic movements accounting for each step she took towards the counter. Her eyes peeled up towards the flashy neon menu sign and tilted her head a few times before the cute girl behind the counter looked up and smiled brightly. "What can I get you?"
The demon goddess mix-up moved around the shop and took in everything at her disposal. She was instructed not to cause a stir, not to disrupt the flow of the environment she was dropped into. The damn she knew what that meant. So, she approached the desk, the earpiece taped to her began to buzz and instruct her to order an iced coffee. She nodded with apprehension and lifted her head at a ninety-degree angle to attract the attention of the cute barista girl.
"What's your name hun?" The girl said innocently, not having much idea what she was getting herself in for as she held herself up. Hand on one hip and chewing the edge of her lip.
"Why do you want to know?" Illyria replied, not wanting to blow her cover.
"Oh, it's just to put on the cup." The girl replied pointing to the cardboard cup she was strangling with a sharpie to graffiti an incorrectly spelled name.
"Illyria." The half-demon replied,
"Oh Ellie that's cool, my best friend-" The girl started but Illyria cut her off, waving her arm around.
"No, Illyria." She said quickly, trying to bring out the suppressed Fred inside her as she searched deeper and deeper for a way to restrain her anger under the circumstances. Her fists clenched and she muttered to herself before taking another step and paying for the drink with what little and confusing coinage Angel had given her as allowance. I pity the man, locked up in that office, she grumbled, not really meaning it. If she could have she would've been living in the office herself but things were not as dire for her as they were her boss, so she remained on the fence.
The barista didn't take the best liking to the demon goddess and wrote 'Ellie' on the cup just to spite her. Not that Illyria noticed, for the slight flickering of the red light on one of the security cameras was enough to make her flinch and make a move for the exit of the shop.
The barista was too focussed on her own ends that she dallied over the coffee and ended up drinking it herself when she found that the customer had fled the scene. She stared through the dirty glass of the front window, mindlessly sipping from the stripped straw as her eyes caught a burst of blue electricity flash past her. The air around her crackled and ionised so that she found her brown curly ponytail was sticking up at the frizzy ends. She didn't feel 'cute' anymore.