i used to rule the world
seas would rise when i gave the word
There was a distinct comfort to be found in that light liquid that warmed the cup in his hands. Although his degradation to the position of
barista had been intended to be little more than a humiliating defeat at the result of a poor drunken bet - Alexander had found a sort of relief in the slow, tranquility of his own coffee shop. The Dark Hunter seemingly had taken a liking to the coffee he had once viewed as little more than a weakness of mankind. Graciously, Alexander offered his own protege a cup of the darkened untainted liquid. Though he knew well her preference for such a strong beverage, the offer for creamer still stood, in the event that his daughter had
changed in those years that they had been apart. His eyebrow rose ever so slightly at the glimpse of discontent upon her sweet heart lips though Alexander provided her little more than a rumbling chuckle.
"Ah, Anastasia, I fear you have a great many places still to visit in this world if you think it is America only who likes cream in their coffee." He was, however, all too quick to turn his attention back towards that delectable Greek pastry. How long it had been since he had a chance to indulge in such a breakfast! It was, admittedly, quite simple, that mixture of egg and cheese and flakey crust, and yet it was so quintessential of his own
home that Alexander could hardly help but to indulge.
Alexander's interest shifted from the box of treats before him at the sound of his daughter's foreign accept, the very mention of that statue of him within the lobby, however, prompted a chuckle from Alexander's lips as he insisted that it was but the first of many she would undoubtedly see today. That ghost of a simper remained ever present upon his features as she declared with a flourish that his ego surely must be
ravenous. Alexander could hardly help the roll of his blue-green irises and yet, his home had always been particularly
proud of being just that.
"I fear there might not be enough pastries in all of Greece for that." He commented in a jest, watching as she collected the remains of their breakfast. Admittedly, Alexander was almost disappointed to let that cup of coffee go, the man raising it to his lips to finish off its contents before placing it too in the sink. That expectant look however, caused him to gesture ever so slightly towards the door of the hotel room.
"After you, i kóri mou." (After you, my daughter).