Alright, #20.
>"Just black coffee, thanks."
>"Gonna have to be more specific, lady, we got more roasts here than Satan's crack in the summer."
>you didn't even bat an eye at the casual vulgarity anymore, "Uhm... whatever's standard, I guess?"
>"You're getting an americano, that'll be 4.50."
>at that, you reached for your wallet only to cop a feel of Loona's ass instead
>"Uhh," you stammered, realizing you didn't really have a lot of pockets, then smiled nervously, "Hang on, I have it here somewhere..."
>shit
>did Loona even carry money with her?
>"Shit, shit, shit...." you whispered to yourself
>all you had was her phone, surely she--
>oh yeah, she had a wallet app on there, didnt she?
>...
>"There," you claimed, proud of your ability to tap a card reader with a cellphone
>"Only took three tries. Woo," the barista cheered with a soulless deadpan, "Name?"
>...
>you sat outside, the book sitting squarely in your lap under the table while sipping your coffee
>it was... okay
>meeting yourself was trippy, but it did help answer some questions
>wherever Loona was, she probably wasnt here
>that is, this dimension
>but then, it was doubtful the book could cross the fourth wall
>maybe there were some hell libraries you could check?
>demonic possession HAD to be well-documented--
>BRZZZ
>Loona's phone vibrated on top of the metal table, causing you to nearly jump out of her skin
>"Jesus..." you swore under your breath, then froze up for fear of being smited in your current body
>BRZZZ
>you opened one eye
>nope, still here
>BRZZZ
>you scooped the phone up, checked the caller id, and sighed deeply
>"Yeeees?" you groaned, already feeling smothered once more
>"LOONAWHERETHEFUCKAREYOUITSTIMEFORWORKCANTFINDYOUORTHEBOOK---"
>"Whoa, slow down!" you winced, holding the phone away from your sensitive ear, "I'm fine! I'm at..."
>you glanced at the establishment you were currently seated in front of, "Hellbucks?.... seriously?"
>"DONT MOVE A MUSCLE!"
