(Reserved for pinkroses)
Maria had been ranting and raving about a place called Sanctuary in the West, a cute little café and they had the best coffee she tasted in a long time. One of the few things Maria could drink as a thin-blood and not vomit, but it had to black, no sugar or cream. While Sam could not drink coffee she still enjoyed the smell, preferring a dark roast due to its powerful aroma. It had been her day off from the Academy and since Maria took over the as the Keeper, Sam had a little more free time. Jake had been busy trying to settle the unrest in the West, there had been rumours circulating that needed attention. While that would have been enough to deter most people away Sam had a Nosferatu for an escort. Everyone thought Jake was stupid to let Sam travel alone, she kept that secret to herself. A small smile on her lips as she entered through the gates, the Nosferatu would not accompany Sam. She would be alone in the café, they had agreed on a few hours before she would exit again.
Once Sam got inside the café she spotted that the far left had a fireplace, no one was sitting in the area. Most of them remained at the back close to the serving counter, that suited Sam just fine. Calmly strolling towards the counter and awaiting her place in line which did not take long, surprised at their efficiency considering the help wanted sign displayed. Sam ordered an exotic dark roast coffee, black, with no lid and a sleeve for the cup. It didn't take long for her to receive her order, giving them a generous tip and a smile before sauntering off to a table.
Sam wore a dark blue razor back tank top, accompanied with a black leather jacket. Placing it on the back of her chair, her legs swinging beneath the table. Her usual attire of dark blue jeans and white shoes, she looked as if she didn't have a care in the world. The warmth of the fire felt spectacular on her skin, wrapping her hands around her cup giving it a short sniff. Earthly tones largely present in the scent and it made her mouth water a little, how many nights did this sweet nectar get her through university? Too many to count, looking at coffee as an old friend before setting down the cup and pulling out her phone.
Nothing was new for the time being and she relaxed at the thought, preparing the lesson plans for the Academy had been a daunting task. She put such meticulous effort and care into her lessons Sam had forgotten to take time for herself. Tonight she hoped to escape that reality for a few hours, no emails, no planning and certainly no politics. If someone were to recognize Sam and approach, she would not be rude and turn them away. Scrolling through her apps before settling on a game called Last Day on Earth: Survival. A zombie game that was shown to her by one of her students and she became obsessed with the game, a slight scowl appeared on her lips. She got raided again! By her own student! Recognizing the gamer tag in her notifications and it was game on now.