The Coffee Shop

It's a little past 4pm, the afternoon has an air of laziness about it. The sun filters through the billowing clouds, bouncing softly off the metallic sheen of cars, casting light through the shopwindows all throughout the thriving city of Wellsilver.
There's one coffee shop in particular where the light glows pleasantly on a book's page. Ky has enjoyed the coffee here for many years, and now sits in a large armchair in the corner where the sun's warmth falls leisurely against his skin. 
He lounges haphazardly, his long legs falling over the sides of it as his back slouches against the cushioned surface. While his curly white hair dangles messily, the rest of him is well put together--long dark skinny jeans ending in a pair of black boots, a white open button-down shirt over a light red tank top. 
He's focused intently on his book, an embellished memoir, and has been for several hours. The low chatter of the establishment does nothing to penetrate his veil of focus on it.

Usually the Angelica went to the same cafe every single time since he lived so close to that particular place, but this time he'd actually taken both time and effort to search for a new coffee shop. He had a hard time to imagine anyplace to be better but at least he'd try.
The day is lovely with the sunshine on his face and he can't deny that it takes his thoughts back to his former life in Summerhall where every day, and night, were like this. As he opens the door to the first and best shop he finds a bell chimes lightly, matching the soft and pleasant atmosphere inside. It seems to be a quite popular place, although it isn't way too crowded in Zachriel's opinion, who likes it when there's life around him. Ordering a vanilla late he looks around for a place to sit down and notices a place in the corner with large and comfortable armchairs. He doesn't mind that someone else was sitting close since he wanted to sit there in the sunlight as well and sits down in next to the man with white hair without even asking if the seat was free.

Turning a page and picking up his coffee (a chai latte) Kyaros sips thoughtfully, though he does look out of the corner of his eye to see who's decided to join him in his self-sanctioned reading corner. He spends a minute observing the angelica, who's decided to settle in so close by. Mentally, he approves of the interloper's clothing choices, and admires the general air about him. His yellow gaze lingers for a few moments, but then is ready to return to his novel.

Leaning back Zachriel makes himself comfortable by folding his wings and placing one leg on top of the other while he unties his scarf, leaving it to rest lightly on his shoulders. He has plans of reading as well, but decides to take in some new expressions before secluding himself completely. Taking a look to his side he can't help but to notice what kind of book the other is reading, and to his approval he sees that it is one of the books he currently was reading as well. "Hmm. Your taste in books doesn't seem to be that bad," he comments, taking a sip of his coffee.

The other man is speaking to him. On the one hand, Ky wants to return to his book, but on the other, the angelica isn't irritating him. He adopts his normal disinterested expression. "Do you like [author]?" Ky's voice is down to earth, almost a monotone but not quite. He looks down at the book in his own hands. "This is the second book I've read from her collection." His eyes meet with the stranger's. He picks up his drink once more and sips.

Zachriel doesn't seem to care about the fact that the other seem only mildly interested in him, even though he finds it a bit annoying that he doesn't get the attention he's used to. "Yes, I do. I have several other books by her at home and I'm actually currently reading the one you got there as well," he says, voice both proud and soft as he tilts his head to the side, meeting the others eyes with his pale blue ones.

"It's never dry" Kyaros remarks, looking down at his copy. He's finished off his coffee now, and he sets the white cup softly back into its saucer. "For a  book that's marketed as a memoir it's told in a fantastical way." His head tilts subconsciously to the left. Before, he wasn't sure how invested he'd become in talking with someone else, but now, though he doesn't realize it, he's going to be committing to an active part in the conversation. "What other books are you reading?”

Zachriel lets out a agreeing hum and takes another sip from his coffee, both surprised and pleased to have found someone who actually appreciates reading. "If it wasn't for her style of writing it wouldn't be as extraordinary at all," he says, moving the spoon in cirkles inside his cup to watch the swirls of coffee and milk. "Hmmm, for entertainment nowadays I read crappy bestsellers, unfortunatly, but I have some favorites that I can't get enough of, for example [some famous writers and some less know]. If you haven't read them already I think you' should do it as soon as possible, or you're really missing out on something.”

"I've read some [author] and [other author]. And [previously unnamed author] is a good essayist. He's a contemporary of [second named author]." Ky looks at his nails and buffs them on his shirt, which is a little counterproductive considering they aren't his real nails. "His political views are, interesting”

"Interesting.... or special, are good words for it. I don't care much for politics, however it's itriguing to read about his views." There is a brief pause before Zachriel places down his coffee on the table and brings his bag up to his lap like he suddenly remembers something important, or by judging on the look of his face, exciting. "Oh, how could I not mention this one, I'm almost disappointed in myself, but just almost," he says with a light chuckle as he picks up a weathered leatherbound book with golden foreign letters and symbols, holding it like he was holding a fragile baby. "This collection of acient poems and epos from the day realm... A treasure.”

This certainly piques Ky's interest. He sits up slightly from his reclining position and peers over at the book. "I have no experience with culture in the day realm" he says. "In fact you are the first Angelica I've spoken to at length.”

Zachriel raises an eyebrow as he looks over at the other under thick white eyelashes. "I thought you'd be a little bit more familiar with the Day realm since you're also one of the day-bound, but I guess I had the wrong assumption about you." Zachriel sounds a bit harsh and judging, as usually he can't help but to look down upon people who didn't know the greatness of the day realm's rich culture. "There aren't many Angelicas here.... Which is probably for the best anyway," he says and opens the book carefully, forgiving the others ignorance and proceeds with showing him one of his dearest possessions.

Kyaros squints his eyes slightly. "So you've seen through my human cloak" He isn't too bothered by such a thing, but its a little surprising that the other noticed. He officially closes the book in his hands, leaving a little tassel to mark his page. "Ner are daybound, but many ner born here know nothing of that world. It would be... enlightening to learn more about it." The last sentence was spoken with soft candor. He leans closer to the stranger, looking over the tome with a solid expression of interest, the first time his face has adopted such a look all day.

"I woudn't say seen, because you do look like a human after all, but by judging from your auora I culd tell that you were one of he day bound," he says, feeling satisfaction of being right, or at least close. Zachriel loves talking about the day realm and himself so of course he doesn't miss this chance to tell the other more. "Well I was born in Summerhall, so if there's anything you want to know, just ask.”

"An aura.." Ky looks thoughtful. He readjusts his position, still looking over the book with an absolutely apparent curiosity. He then looks up into Zachriel's face. "The illustrations are very distinctive.." He's not entirely sure what to ask, as usually information just comes to him passively through reading. "It must be very different there than it is here." His mind stumbles over the little information he does know about that realm.

"It's very different from here yes, the biggest difference being the never ending day. As soon as the first sun sets the other rises, which is the most beautiful thing ever. Also, there are only day bound creatures there, home of the Angelicas and their ancient culture," he says, sounding both proud and quite dreaming as his thoughts were taken back to his wonderful Summerhall.

"Must be quite an experience." For the first time, Kyaros stands up, and his ridiculous height becomes obvious. "I am going to get another coffee" He pauses. "Would you like something?" The coffee aroma is just too tempting, and he needs to stretch his legs anyway, they're growing sore from inactivity.

"Ah, make sure to experience it sometime," he replies before letting out a deep sigh, tracing his fingers over the page until he perks his head up at the question. "Yes, buy me a piece of chocolate cake would you." Zachriel picks up some money and looks up at the other, a bit stunned by his height which makes him hesitate for a bit, but he quickly snaps out of it and reaches out the money.

Ky takes the money and nods. Chocolate cake? That kind of pastry suits the angelica, he thinks. He walks over to the counter to take care of business, and he returns with the cake, coffee and a danish for himself. "What's your name?" He finally asks, purely out of curiosity.

Now it occurs to Zachriel that he never even introduced himself, though it doesn't bother him that he could have been more polite. "The name is Zachriel Nanaroth, you?" He says and reaches out for the cake that looks delicious, it had been a long time since he actually had something sweet.

"Kyaros Feirin" The ner replies, unceremoniously falling back down in his favored seat, regaining his open posture. He takes a bite of his warm danish and a sip of his coffee, the combination is delicious. "I come here a lot and I've never seen you once before”

"I certainly hope you haven't because this is my first time here, I'm not usually around this part of the city. Can't say I'm disappointed though," he replies, leaning back in the chair with the plate in his hands. As he puts the spoon into his mouth he has to take a moment to savor the bittersweet taste of the cake, if there was something that was better here than in summerhall it was the chocolate, he had to admit that. "I can see why this is a favorite place of yours.”

Ky nods, "It has always been.. good, even since its very beginning." Another sip from the coffee, this time it's a sweet macchiato. "The menu used to only include plain blends though. Now they have many more complex drinks" He pauses, lazily dwelling on something while looking beyond the window, out onto the quiet street. "Would you consider lending out one of your day realm manuscripts?” 

"Seems like they should know you by name here," he says, being quite sure the Ner was here far more often than what he would like to admit. Zachriel doesn't blame him though, he hangs around his favorite places a lot too since he doesn't like being all alone in his home for too long. "If you can promise that you'll treat it with respect and don't spill anything on it, but if it still happens you'll have to deal with the consequenses, then yes, I can lend you one of the translated copies," he says and looks over at the other to give him a nod and a hint of a smile.

Kyaros offers a soft smile in return, an atypical smile. He's actually pretty enthused about reading a book from another realm, and that kind of enthusiasm surprises even him. "It will be illuminating." He says, before standing up. "Can you bring it next time we meet?" His eyes stare expectantly. "Assuming you'd like to come back here again." He straightens his mussed overshirt and pulls a hand through his hair, though it does nothing to assuage the white curly mess.

"Wouldn't be impossible, absolutely manageable," he says with a shrug, feathers and wings shuffling around. "However, some of it gets lost in the translation just so you know, but it's still marvelous." Zachriel watches as the Ner pulls a hand through his hair and acknowledges that he actually find his messy hair good looking, almost jealous over the fact that he has to spend a ridiculously large amount of time on his own to make it look decent.

The ner picks up his messenger bag from the floor, tucking his book neatly inside. “I’m sure it will be a good read.” This is possibly the most affirmative statement he’s made about anything during their conversation. “I’m here every sunday without fail, and most weekdays besides that, in the afternoon…” He’s turning to leave. “I didn’t mention before, but your outfit is very well put together.” His coffee and danish sit unfinished, waiting for the busboy to clear them away.