It was a warm afternoon in late summer, and Malice had escaped the house - and Elda - and retreated to the local coffee shop. In what appeared to be a rare good mood - or at least an indifferent mood - Malice sat alone in the busy cafe sipping a scalding cup of black coffee and thumbing absentmindedly through one of her numerous fashion magazines.

Apparently, bold colors were going to be all the rage this fall. She sneered at the magazine's glossy pages. Didn't they know that black was always in fashion? The bright colors annoyed her, but it was nothing to get worked up over.

The cafe was crowded, and several times she had to stare down people who were clearly eyeing her table. She wasn't in any hurry and she surely wasn't going to let any of these idiots rush her through her coffee and blissful alone time.

Loki Saimar
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