Arm in arm, the duo strolled into the cafe. One wore sunglasses and a wide brimmed fedora. The other did not.
“Hello ladies, what can I get for you?” The cashier greeted.
“One soy pumpkin spiced latte with two pumps of cinnamon.” The lady said.
“Sure thing,” they typed in the order and looked toward the pale woman. “And for you?”
“One cup of O Negative, if you have.” She smiled, revealing her fangs.
Eyebrows raised; the cashier froze then asked. “Small, medium or large?”
“Small. I’m trying to cut back,” The vampire laughed. “Oh! and a blueberry scone, please.”
Lady Jabberwocky 