Chessebelle made a pursed lip smile-forced, but in an effort to show good intentions-as Akon walked up to the table. It was a nice little shaded table that had been placed in the tweflth division courtyard, the umbrellas purple with the twelfth division insignia emblazoned on the top. She enjoyed the third seat's company, even if they rarely talked about anything interesting, let alone anything at all. He seemed like a nice enough man, just not someone that talked a lot. He did like to smoke sometimes at the table, and while that did bother her, she never told him otherwise.
Akon brought his usual cup of coffee to the table, the drink scalding hot and steaming even as he went to take a drink. He never blew on his drink before taking the first taste-it was like he was immune to the heat of the black coffee.
Chessebelle found it strange that he seemingly enjoyed the burn of the drink, considering the SDRI kept their laboratories almost unbearably cold.
This was always how Akon had started his days-sitting at the courtyard tables, having a cigarette, and drinking his cup of coffee. Eventually, this new twelfth division member had taken a liking to the silence in the morning and suddenly started showing up. She had been at his table one morning and he was too stubborn to find another spot to have his breakfast. He kind of liked the company of the lower-ranked, despite how quiet she usually was.
Chessebelle would often leave first, giving that same strange forced smile and a quick bow before leaving.