"Harm!" the barista called, making eye contact with him as he jolted forward from where he was resting, hunched up against the wall. She placed his large coffee on the counter with a smile and went back to the coffee machine to continue filling the numerous orders stacking up on her docket. It was eighty thirty at night and visiting hours in the hospital had recently ended. Droves of heartsick family members and stressed spouses were calling into the hospital's cafe to buy a last-minute pick-me-up to get them home after a long day of work and visiting their poorly loved ones.
It was too hot and crowded to stay inside so Harm paused long enough to dump plenty of sugar into his cup, stir it and dispose of the empty packets before he headed out through the hospital's foyer and into the large courtyard to the side of the huge, austere-looking building. As he walked, he sipped and threaded his free hand into the pocket at the front of his grey hoodie. His fingers automatically started to play with his phone, which he'd tucked in there before he left his ward. He'd thrown the hoodie on for the duration of his break, knowing he'd be venturing into the real world and wanting to look a little less conspicuous (even though his teal scrub pants gave him away as a hospital employee).
Choosing an isolated patch of thick grass near a large tree, Harm settled his butt down in the grass, leaning back against the rough bark and crossing one stretched-out leg over the other. He pulled his phone out. As he took a large swig of his coffee - enjoying the sudden burst of artificial energy flooding through his veins at this, the last quarter mark of his shift - he thumbed through his contacts and tried to prepare what he was going to say. It had been almost two weeks since he'd seen him at the carnival and making this phone call wasn't going to be easy. But he'd promised.
Sighing, Harm hit call and lifted the phone to his ear, hoping this was a good time; hopefully he was awake and a phone call now wasn't a huge inconvenience. Harm swiftly decided an apology was probably in order, just in case. The phone at the other end was picked up and his sexy voice floated down the line, like it was caressing Harm's ear as it entered him. Like he had, not all that long ago. Fuck, Trick had him so horny lately, it was all he could think about.
"Hi, Ben. This is Harm," he introduced, unsure if Ben would have entered his number into his contacts with his name attached or not. Probably just as 'Human 2736', who was he kidding that he was anyone of importance to the very important vampire? "I-is this a good time to call?" he queried, fully prepared to hang up if told Ben was busy.