[Shenandoah]

Titus, who had barely had time to settle into a booth that had a decent view of both the street outside the window and the front door, blinked when the absent-minded girl from the street. Like the fire that was his legacy, his temper had already cooled down some when the source had been out of his eyesight. However, now the gasoline was back, even though she didn't realize it.

Granted, it wasn't so much her he was angry at... it was the way when he'd prevented her from stepping into the street, the light changed and therefore she would never know. Minutes after she had settled down and he had ordered his and his cousin's drinks, he saw his cousin enter the shop. Daemon cut a fairly impressive figure. He was the proverbial tall, dark, and handsome as his Greek heritage showed far better than Titus's own as he was seventy-five percent Greek. Titus had more European blood in him. Daemon even played football for his college and had a scholarship.

Titus didn't even bother to wave at his dark-eyed and dark-haired cousin. He knew Daemon could see him and Titus had chosen an easy-to-be-seen booth. "Yo, Tee," Daemon said, trying to sound 'gangsta', though failing at it as he intended to do. Daemon was about as gangster as Barney was.

"Hi, Daemon." The slightly older cousin settled down into the booth on the opposite side of Titus and the waitress came to get their orders.