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Despite the dreary fronting of the coffee shop, the interior of The Witching Hour seemed light and airy, with yellow gingham cloths covering the scattering of round tables, and electric sconces offering up surprising brightness from their spots on the walls.
Though, all that brightness did was better highlight a vampire built like a bulldozer standing at the far corner of the floor, his charcoal eyes staring out from beneath a mop of chestnut hair, and a vampire with arms like spaghetti watching us from a seat beside the counter, his lips unsettled like he struggled to keep the threat of his fangs hidden. And it definitely exposed the vampire relaxed in a seat beneath the window, his pale blond hair seeming to make his eyes look even blacker. With the guy at the door, that made four v
