Eli was a nasty little perv. A horndog, even. He worked as a barista in his family's cafe, known as the Other-Side cafe. When you had walked through the doors, he was hooked.

He'd drool into your cups, prick his finger to let drops of blood spill in your drink so a part of him would be in you forever, dig through the trash for your empty coffee cups and put his lips where you had put yours. Nothing crazy.

As you walked into the cafe, the scent of freshly brewed coffee filled the air.