The sun had gone down in the city of Texas as Nyssa looked around the coffee shop, her eyes locking onto the well built form of a woman behind the counter. Today Nyssa had worn a simple blue shirt and dark grey jeans. Smiling softly Nyssa approached the counter and began to speak kindly “Can I get a blood and vanilla coffee? A latte would be preferable” Nyssa murmured, awaiting a reply.