Prophecy

Chapter 12: Coffee

*Xavia's POV*

Raziel and I reached the doors to the cafe too quickly for my liking; I cursed my non-human speed.

I was nervous...

I couldn't truly place my finger on why, but what I did know was... I didn't want those nerves to affect me the way they had been lately. I told myself I would work on that today and even tried to give myself a goal. However, the goal I wanted to attain wasn't easy; I wanted to finally look into her eyes. I was smart enough to start small since I knew my goal would be challenging.

With that in mind, I was determined to find out her name.

When I was here yesterday, I never heard anyone address the angel by her name or call out to her. Also, as much as I didn't want to admit it, I was too damn distracted to look at her name tag. That won't happen today; I am ready. In fact, that was the first thing I had planned to do once I sat down. The moment I entered, the doorbell chimed. Then, I saw that beautiful head of white hair turn toward me, and she waved. I shyly waved back and nervously shoved both my hands in my pockets.

"Nice moves, Xavia," Raziel said teasingly, making my cheeks grow hot.

I playfully rolled my eyes and replied sarcastically, "Oh, hardy, har..."

Raziel laughed at my response, and I couldn't help but smile.

With a quick glance, I found the same table I chose yesterday was free. I went to it, walking in that direction without a second thought. Strange how I feel a pull in my body... The angel carried a tray of items, placing little black and white bottles on each table. Before she turned and faced me, she looked at her reflection in one of the many picture frames on the wall and muttered, "Oh, crap."

Then, she walked to the back office.

"Rey, I didn't grab my nametag before coming in today; I'm sorry." The white-haired woman confessed before I even had the chance to look for it thoroughly.

Well, shit... there goes my great idea. Now, how will I get to know her name?

"You actually forgot something? Color me shocked." Her friend commented.

"I believe the phrase you're looking for is actually 'color me impressed,' but I understand your logic. I think?" The angel jested, earning a scoff from her friend.

"Think you're funny, do you?" I could easily hear the laughter in her friend's witty question.

"Funny, I'm unsure; the jury might still be out on that one, but, honest. Yes, absolutely," responded the angel.

I chuckled; she was both funny and honest.

"You make a valid point... So, how do you expect our lovely clientele to address you?" Her friend genuinely asked, and with the pause that occurred, I was positive the angel took a minute to actually think about a meaningful response.

"With or without my nametag, most of the patrons refer to me as 'blonde girl' or 'hey you,' oh, and there's also 'ma'am,' so I would just take your pick from those," answered the angel.

"Another valid point," remarked her boss-friend. "Would you be okay with helping me with the coffee machine?"

"Of course, Aubrey. I'll always help," the angel replied, and it made me feel good to witness how helpful she was.

For the next thirty minutes, I watched as the angel and her friend, Aubrey, worked together to repair what was called a 'coffee' machine. There were a few spillage moments, but ultimately, they fixed it before any more hungry humans entered the building. Following the coffee challenge, I kept observing the white-haired woman for another hour and a half as she did her job.