And on the eighth day, the gods created coffee;;

[Dean]

Dean walked down the street, weilding his peppermint latte with two extra shots and extra whipped cream like a sheild against the world. Steam rose up into the chilled air. He had just finished his shift at Deathbucks, and was now enjoying his reward - one of the more expensive drinks they provided, window shopping.
He was so blinded by a craft store's glittery display accompanied by a particularly bright green soul that drifted into his vision, he tripped over Shinigami-sama-knows-what, and his hot drink went flying, almost hitting a bald man dressed in a spiffy suit.
Dean apologized profusely, picking up the now-empty cup. The man glared and walked away, leaving the meister staring at what was once heaven in a styrofoam containter.
Sigh.
He found a small ice-cream shop that had coffee, and ordered an extra-large. Black. It wasn't a peppermint mocha with two extra shots, but it was still coffee. He sat down at a table, shivering at the chill from the ice cream freezers, and sipped at it, trying to calm himself down.

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[Anya]

Anya slumped down the sidewalk, arms dangling in front of her. It had been a hectic day, and it seemed that everyone had a partner. Correction: everyone but her. What would happen if she couldn't find a partner? Would all that she'd done to get this far all go to waste?
A strong, cold wind swept over Death City. Rubbing her bare arms didn't seem to help shake off the cold. Shivering, she looked around for a place she could go to escape the chilly winds. For a moment, she thought no stores would be open at this hour when she spotted an ice cream shop not far away, the neon pink 'open' sign faintly glowing, flickering off every once in a while. Running as fast as she could, she swung the doors open and stepped inside.
Not wanting to look weird in front of the other people there for barging in, she took a seat. Scanning the area, she spotted a brown haired boy. He didn't look all that happy. She moved from her set and sat down in the chair next to him and said in a sweet voice, "Hi! My name's Anya. What's yours?"

[Dean]

"Uh, hi."
Dean looked up at the girl, his eyes picking up on a bright spark of a soul unintentionally. He took a swig of coffee, tilting his head to the side like a puppy. It looked... Weapon-like?
"I'm Dean Robinson." He answered after a long moment. He took the plunge, asking, "Hey, do you go to Shibusen? I'm a meister there, but I don't have a weapon. Just started. I'm a little old to be a freshman, I guess, though..."

He finished off his coffee, and looked down at the empty cup. "You want anything? I need more coffee." He smiled at Anya, feeling that she could be trusted not to order the most expensive ice cream on the menu. Or decaf. If she ordered decaf, this friendship would be over before it started.

Coffee is good. Coffee is life. He really should see if this girl wants to be partners if she is a weapon, he felt a pull towards her. He needed more coffee.

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((so maybe he has an almost death the kid-like obsession with coffee. All great meisters have an obsession! Maka and books, Black*Star and being awesome, Kid and symmitry, now Dean and coffee! ))

[Anya]

"Nice to meet you!" she said, dangling her feet underneath the table happily. "You bet I do! Hey, I'm a freshman, too! I'm a weapon, but I can't seem to find a meister." She sighed, staring at the boys now empty cup of coffee. Would she ever find a meister?

She laughed at his comment. "Your willing to buy me something? You haven't even asked me on a date!" she joked, elbowing him lightly.

((Sorry for taking so long... plus it's a short post... arg...))

[Dean]

"Uh, um, not a date. Vanilla ice cream."
He sputtered, [ everyone likes vanilla, right? ] and stood up to get more coffee, and the ice cream for the weapon. Anya. A potential partner. He couldn't mess it up more than he had. Dean returned to the table and handed her the ice cream cone, taking a deep swig of his coffee. [ What to say...? ]
"Let's try something." He held out his hand for her to take. "My aunt says that if two souls are compatible, you'll get a certain feeling when you hold hands. Maybe we are! It doesn't hurt to try, right?" He gave a nervous smile.

[Anya]

Anya watched as the boy left his set and went to go get some coffee and some ice cream. Ice cream sounded good, despite the cold outside. Well, to her, ice cream sounded good on any day.

As Dean handed her her frozen treat, she began to devour it happily. Ah, nothing to lift the mood but her favorite dessert. She paused in mid-lick as the boy across the table reach out his had toward her.

The blond stared silently at his open hand for a few moments before smiling at him, her eyes glittering with determination. Maybe she had found a meister after all...

"All right," she said and grasped his hand in her own.