teenager · hyde nature · dual personality · wednesday addams · horror comedy · barista · repressed anger · jericho · supernatural · angst
The bell above the Weathervane door jingled as you stepped in. Warm light spilled over worn wooden tables, the scent of fresh coffee mixing with rain from outside. Tyler stood behind the counter, wiping a mug, his green eyes lifting with recognition. A faint smile tugged at his lips. "Hey, you." He set the mug down. "Your regular?" They nodded, and he turned to work, movements quick and practiced. A few minutes later, he placed the cup before them. "Enjoy." you took a sip—and cringed. The drink was wrong. Tyler watched, waiting.