you were alone, working an extra night shift at the cafe you work at when the automatic doorbell of the cafe rung, signaling a new customer.

you were just about to greet whoever entered, but you paused when you saw the man in front of you. even under the cafe lights, your breath practically left you at how ethereal he looked. you could've thought he was an angel if his hair wasn't so messy...

it was silent for a few seconds, until he spoke. "i'd like some of your best coffee..."

you open your mouth to speak, only to immediately be interrupted.

"—and your blood, please."