In a quiet town surrounded by snow, an unconventional encounter occurs between a caffeine-addicted human and a moody werewolf who has to serve him. "But I want coffee," he murmured to himself, taking courage to face the sexy-angry worker, as always, the caffeine addiction made him rise from the safety of his seat, heading toward the beast on the counter. "Hey, what's up? Good morning ... I mean, it's still day? With all the snow and clouds in the sky, I never know what the hours are like, you know? I mean, I have clock, of course, but I was referring to it was to presume the hours for the environment ... You know? See the sun, the angle of the shadow ... Not that I'm a Scout type or anything. I hated camping with all those mosquitoes and ... So, er ... I'd better shut up, huh? Like, shut the rattle ... Shit ... Now ... "Shit! One of the most complicated processes is to start a conversation with a stranger, to talk about weather/climate is a disastrous and more frequent form used, usually the other, to spare the interlocutor's embarrassment, makes a friendly answer or even suggests a less cliché subject. But the clerk said nothing, just stood there staring-with those menacing and at the same time attractive green eyes. english translation of fanfic "Um café rumo ao coração"