Kitra stretched slightly before she headed into a small coffee shop that she couldn't quite read the name of the sign. Once inside she ordered coffee and a sandwhich then sat down at a small booth next to one of the windows. Her coffee sat closest to the window whilst Kitra pulled out her sketchbook and a few pencils. Her long red hair was in a braid that fell to the outside of the booth as it had gotten much longer as Kitra had let it go with trimming or cutting as of late. Her dark green stretches were partly covered by a purple skirt that fell to her knees as well as her boots that went midway up her calves. Those were black with lots of buckles, which matched her coat that was drapped over the table sitting to the left of her coffee. Black and silver belt buckles patterned on a deep almost black green trenchcoat. Kitra shirt was a cream long sleeved shirt that had a light silver lining to it. Green emerald earrings hanging from her ears matched her eyes that were currently following her sketching hand. Which explained why she had never seen her sandwhich arrive and be set down on the table on the opposite side of her. Kitra didn't have any particular reason for being here it had just been one of the first places she had spotted to get something to eat and hopefully relax. Sketching always helped her to relax, as did eating and coffee. Kitra hadn't really noticed any of the other occupants in the lil coffee shop and nor would she really notice if and when someone else would come in, as she was wrapped up in her current sketching project.

No one knew it, no one even suspected it. but Koga had a problem an addiction, a need that had to be fulfilled multiple times a day, someone needed to intervene, but no one ever would heck, he had a job secured away that would put his poison of choice in his face always. Sometimes he snuck into the faculty facilities to score some. Sometimes he nonchalantly paid Aurum or Shin or anyone near a coffee maker to give him what he needed. Winter was coming on and nothing could beat the warmth that coffee brought, the caffeine, the life giver. He was in a coffee shop, not staring at a woman with amazingly long red hair and pale skin. She had vivid green eyes and was drawing in a dedicated manner that bordered on not knowing what was going on around her. Koga glanced to her right and saw it happening before the business man or the artist did.

He set his vente vanilla mocha frap with two shots of espresso, on the table and hurried toward the table, where the collision was likely to occur and just like he thought the business man was too busy with his phone to notice the strap sticking out from some college kids book bag. He rushed the man even as he started to fall. His first and absolute mission was to stop the cup of steaming Java to avoid the girl and her art work. His second and infinitely less important task was to stop the man from falling on his face.


He took a step into the man his fingertips closing and taking hold of the cup of coffee so it wouldn’t spill and even as the man fell, their arms were pointed toward the ceiling the cup never tilting. Mean while Koga wedged the rest of his body in between the man and the floor, his arm desperately fighting gravity for the man’s safety.

An awkward second later the man recovered his balance and was standing wide eyed at the event. His disbelief dissolving into indignity.

“what exactly do you think you are doing young man?” the ungrateful tone picked at Koga’s over caffeinated brain and he twitched.


“I’m sssaving your non-bluetooth having ssself, from hitting the floor and more importantly,” he pressed the cup of coffee into the man’s hand. “ spilling your coffee on the lady.” His black eyes glared and the man nearly took a step back. “Thisss isss where you sssay thank you.”

The man gave him a look up and down and turned away from him heading back to the opposite exit, Shouting at the college guy to get his bag out of the aisle.

Koga let out a deep breathe and turned around to get his frap. That was at least entertaining. He hoped the man had said more to him though.

Kitra had looked up in curiousity for her sandwhich and realized it was sitting on the table opposite her. While she noted this, Kitra looked slightly up and over in the aisle to witness the near accident and the young man preventing the older one from making a faceplant with extramely hot coffee in the mix. She then was horrifed to see the man yelling at the younger one for saving his bacon. Kitra hurmphed but couldn't help smiling as she heard what the young man said about protecting her and her drawings.

Kitra got to her feet and walked the few paces over to the young man. Smiling she reached down to shake his free hand, "Thanks for the save, my name is Kitra. What's yours? And if you want you can come join me at the booth over her and perhaps get you something to go with that coffee." She truely hoped she wouldn't freak the young man out that just wouldn't be nice.

~~"Thanks for the save, my name is Kitra. What's yours? And if you want you can come join me at the booth over her and perhaps get you something to go with that coffee."

His mouth went dry as the college aged female invited him to her table. “No problem Kitra, I am Ryuichi Koga, and sssure, yeah, yes.” He grabbed his Frapacino really quick and returned to the booth. “ I am actually good asss far asss any food goessss.” He wasn’t sure if she was offering to pay, but if she was he could get it, and would feel better about buying her something. It was manly to do such things anyhow, or he thought so anyhow. He held up his large coffee. “ I am jussst after thisss ssstuff right now. Mind if I asssk what you are drawing?” He fought the urge to look at the sketch pad, it was hard but he managed it, artists could be territorial over there possessions.

He took on the bright white and green of the coffee shops logo. From his cup, making odd star patterns over his flesh, looking like an add for the coffee shop in an instant.