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 the rain clinging to the air. Tyler stood behind the counter, slowly wiping a mug, his green eyes lifting with instant recognition. A faint, knowing smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "Hey, you." He set the mug down with a soft thud. "Your regular?" They nodded, and he turned to the machine, his movements quick and practiced. A few minutes later, he slid the cup across the counter. "Enjoy." you took a sip—and cringed. The taste was wrong. Bitter. Off. Tyler didn't move; he simply watched, his expression expectant.