[Open - Irish Coffee]

[irishcoffee]

Maggie looked around the semi-filled cafe as she wiped down the counter and checked the case. Apparently, the onset of spring wasn't only bringing life back to the flora around them, but also a realization that bathing suits aren't far away.

The pastries were full, the fruit and yogurt were utterly depleted, the all-natural granola and oatmeal also showing signs its popularity.

She laughed softly and took out a pastry, setting it on a plate to snack on between the early morning rush and the one filled with students and those that started work a little later. As she snacked, she changed out coffee carafes, pulled supplies and started to refill the case with the healthier breakfast selections.

Humming as she worked, her eyes darted up every now and then to the counter. Just in case someone new dropped in. Again.

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[detectivecontrary]

"See Mags," he said, grinning at her and reaching out to tap her on her completely adorable nose. "This is why every night I fall asleep and have nothing but dirty dreams of you."

Whether or not that was actually true, Levi would never tell. At least, not unless she asked very nicely. Levi leaned back and took a final sip of his coffee. It was time to head out and protect the city.

"You'll call me if anyone that's trouble shows up?"

[irishcoffee]

They'd been dancing this dance for so long and the steps felt so comfortable, she'd stopped wondering a long time ago how much of it was real and how much wasn't. The point was that it worked for them. And had for years.

Today, she just grinned back and brushed a breath of air over his cheek. "One of these days, I'm going to make you tell me just what my dream self does while you're sleeping, Levi." Then she straightened and nodded, breaking the moment to let him see to the job he loved.

"Will do. Haven't had any real fun since the freaking chick with the red eyes showed up."