Coffee Break

There are only few customers in this little coffee shop called "Papa Gnome's Secret Garden", for the freezing weather and chilly rain made both most of deities and demons stay at their warm dwellings. Thus the whole dining space was somehow desolate, but also peaceful.

At the corner beside the window sat a tall and stern figure whose appearance was a strange contrast at such place. The pale yellow lamplight shone upon his silver metallic-like body, reflecting a soft luster. The tops of two towering pearl-white wings behind him shadowed his gentle statue-like face a little, like clouds covering the edge of the cold-colored moon. His emerald optics were fixing upon the pages of the paperback novel at his hand.

"Do you mind if I sit here?" A hoarse voice asked.
"Not at all, Beelzebub." Metatron said, looking unsurprisingly at his visitor. "Just have a seat."

The lord of flies gave him a joyful look and sat on the opposite seat, with the menu at one of his claws. "Well well well, the coffee's great, dessert's tasty; the only pity is the weather sucks." Beelzebub took a look at the archangel's ordering, "Still black coffee? C'mon dude, cream and sugar make your whole life tastier!  Haven't you ever thought to have a change?" He asked as he checked the menu.

"As I told you before," Metatron replied, turning his novel to the next page. "I  prefer pure drinks."

"Awww, you angels are always has a poor sense on enjoying the deliciousness of food." Beelzebub shook his head. Then next moment he seemed to think of another excellent idea for suggestion. "Say, talking about the so-called pure drink, " He said happily, "next time you can have a try on energon, it may suit you well."

"Unless my name is called Megatron, that maybe makes sense." Said the archangel, seemed rather amused.

Beelzebub gave a hearty laugh and left the seat to order his desserts and drinks. Minutes later, he came back with two trays that carried piles of Boston pies, gnome-shaped cheese cookies, coconut tarts, creamed chocolate mousse cakes, and three jumbo pots of Sri Lankan black tea."Okay, Lord of Decepticons," Beelzebub said, polishing the fork with a paper napkin. "I hope these 'organic energons' may fit  your taste. Wanna try some?"

Metatron chuckled, "Just pass the cookies and tarts to me, pal." He said," Actually, cream will make my system crashed."
"You must be kidding me!"

-The End-