Just a Coffee
In a city as large as this, Phyrrus thought it best to be invisible. The best way to do that, he’d decided a week ago, was to appear homeless. It was an easy enough disguise, a few rips and smears of dirt on his clothing and no one paid him a second glance.
That was just the way the demon wanted it.
Until this morning. It began to snow, and with the howling winds and freezing temperatures came the ultimate flaw in his plan. He had a cache of his own belongings hidden in an abandoned house a few blocks away, but with his metabolism rapidly slowing, he had to duck into a building every few yards just to warm back up.
This one happened to be a coffee shop. Shaking the fresh powder from a tattered jacket that until today had been only for show, he shivered as he looked around. Unfortunately, he managed to knock his arm into a rather attractive woman in the process. Great. Not so invisible now…
Sam was holding her coffee, trying to warm up, she fucking hated being cold. As she was getting ready to head out, a homeless man bumped into her, causing her to spill her drink on herself.
Yelping she brushed herself off. “Hey, are you alright?” She grabbed his arm, ignoring the way her panties felt tight and damp. She was more concerned about the fact she had dowsed him in coffee. “C'mon, let me get you a coffee.”