[Closed - Sam and Maggie]

[justthemessenger]

Sam was delighted. Bee was here. He woke up that morning, and Bee was there, like he'd just parked there the night before. Sam had spent the first half of the day absolutely freaking out while trying to explain to his best friend what had happened. It had taken a while, including several attempts at driving out of the area, but he had finally been able to get the Autobot to accept what the place was.

The rest of the day they just drove around, chatting and hanging out like any normal best friends, if one of them was a talking car from another planet. It was weird, but Sam wouldn't want it any other way.

He was having such a good time that he almost forgot about meeting Maggie to introduce her to Bee. If it hadn't been for Bee reminding him and literally just driving him to the cafe, Sam would have probably forgotten.

With Bee parked a short ways down the street, out of site for the moment, Sam headed into the cafe just before closing time to wait on Maggie.

[Closed - Val and Bella]

[vamp_warden]

It had been a week since the ball. A week, and she still hadn't shaken the...whatever had happened that night over mini-golf and dancefloors.

And she couldn't stop thinking about Levi, couldn't stop checking in on him at random times. She knew he hadn't seen her, but she'd seen him nearly every day since. She just wished she knew that it all meant; why she felt like she was changing when she hadn't so much as grown her hair an inch since coming here.

It was a longshot, but she only really had one other friend in the town. Or, at least, the closest thing to it.

That's why she found herself in the shadows of one of the bars she knew the fighter frequented and keeping outside the notice of everyone else there.

[Open - Irish Coffee]

[irishcoffee]

Once the last of the Saturday breakfast crowd had thinned, Maggie settled into her favorite part of the week.

It was the day before the Sunday brunch and after church crowd, not the daily grind of the weekend; it was just a quiet Saturday afternoon. She had her tea, a plate of cookies some of the town's resident's called biscuits, a fire in the grate, and a book. Perfect for a rainy afternoon with nothing much pressing on her time but worries about her best friend.

A best friend who had better show up if he knew what was good for him.

For anyone else that stopped by, she had the usual coffees and teas and fresh things to eat. Today was just her one day to relax between the odd customers that trickled in rather than flit around the coffee shop with busy work.