'COFFEE MILK'
Pollux Delos Reyes
[ Poh-looks ° De-los ° Re-yes ]
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Lyssian Delos Reyes
[ Lee-see-ahn ° De-los ° Re-yes ]
when spoken casually: Lee-shan
Sunday
SUNNY FINCH'S FAVORITE SPOT TO WORK IS THE CAFE AROUND HARPER AND SEVENTH STREET CALLED COFFEE MILK IN THE MAIN PLAZA. The place is tightly packed into a squared room with two stories. The smell of steamed milk is hot; the grounds strong and wafting that it clings to hair and clothes. You keep them in between your fingers like evidences. As you sip morning tea, you can hear soft cartoonish jazz playing, softening with the low lighting. You can hear chatter from the patrons or from the local baristas themselves, the twins.
Pollux and Lyssian maintain the business just between them. Not even family were allowed to work. Or obtain freebies.
Coffee Milk has always been the twins' domain.
Sunny Finch, short, pale and a green tea latte drinker, is as commonplace as the chair she sits by the door and the biggest mug waiting for the table every time the twins hear the familiar rumble of her mint blue Vespa bike.
Lyssian knows every regular's order by heart, and he especially knows that Sunny Finch likes her green tea latte not blazing hot, but merely warm. Warm enough that you can still whiff the perfumes when you dip your nose down the right way, as Sunny Finch likes to inhale her drink before sipping.
And today is no different; Sunny Finch enters the establishment with her helmet tucked in one arm and her bulging tote bag in the other, wearing parsley colored overalls and the most sunshine shirt to exist. A blinding, right happy, very yellow yellow shirt.
YOU ARE READING
Good Mourning, Sunny Finch | ✓
Mystery / Thriller𝗥𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗽𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗯𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆: Two meddling teenagers and one very, very small town. Slowly add a growing body count. Mix well until mystery thickens. One serial killer? Optional.