Aria
I finish my coffee in two gulps and Suzie shows me to come around the counter.
“Won’t you get into trouble with your manager?” I look nervously around for a man with a moustache who will shout at Suzie that she is fired.
“I am the manager,” she grins and leads me through the kitchen towards the back. “And the owner.”
“Oh,” I mumble for lack of anything better to say.
“I was a teen when I started working here in the nineties,” she talks as I follow her down a flight of stairs to the basement. “Man, those were the days. We had freedom and very few bloodsuckers.”
She turns on a light and the room lights up to reveal a massive door that looks like a vault. She scans her fingerprint, and the door opens with a hissing sound.
“Today’s technology does make things easier, though,” she s
