OOC: Fehr, I did this post as a lead in for you. The guy following Maria at the end can be Michael (who knows there's something different about Maria) or the demon you mentioned in your post (He could know she's a witch and want to attack her. Which allows our favorite spiky haired fellow to swoop in and save the day.) Either way it should work. Thanks 
*Maria*
I am caught up in my own thoughts when my stomach does that annoying rumbling thing. Food has been the last thing on my mind and yet it seems my body has a different opinion on the subject. I decide to grab a bite to eat at the coffee shop on the main drag. I waltz in feeling fairly comfortable as I make my way to the counter.
“Hey Burt.” I wave to the aging man behind the cash register.
“Hello Angel. Do you want the usual?” I nod and flash him one of those dazzling smiles.
He pours me a cup of strong black coffee and wraps up a strawberry danish to go.
“How’s that sweet sister of yours doing?” I shake my head back and forth before answering.
“Not so sweet this morning.” I grumble still livid from this mornings dispute. Burt scrunches up his white eyebrows at me. His face worn with time crinkles around the edges and I can’t help but feel grateful that he’s in my life. I’ve known Burt and his Wife Maude for as long as I can remember. They are the most loving couple and sometimes I catch them still holding hands after 50 years of marriage. I’d like to have a love like that.
“Goodness gracious did you two have a fight?” I grin widely at the wise fellow before I can help it.
“Just the same fight over and over again. Different Day.” I respond flippantly. Burt puts an extra blueberry muffin in my bag while saying,
“You know why you girls can’t get along dontcha?” I’ll take any sort of insight I can get. I straighten my blue jean skirt and press my emerald halter top down. I always fiddle with my clothes when something is bothering me.
I shake my head for an emphatic no.
“It’s because you two are too much alike?” Stunned my mouth remains agape as the elderly man bursts into a triumphant chuckle.
“Now I know you truly are senile, Burt!” He doesn’t dispute my accusation instead he continues to laugh.
“My sister and I are absolutely nothing alike.” I state while organizing sugar packets along the bar. His little speech must be getting to me.
“Oh really…” He begins.
“You are both beautiful, kind, intelligent…” I interrupt.
“Now stop right there… We both know that Lizzie is the smart one. She graduated the Valedictorian of our class while I barely made it out of there. She could have went to any college in the world and she settled for staying here. Liz got the brains. I got the…” I pause for an accurate description for exactly what it is I have. Before I can finish Burt pipes in,
“You both have talent. Liz choices hers to attract customers for her shop. You use yours to attract…”
Dear Goddess above does everyone in this town know about my track record with men.
“I get the picture.” I now begin to stack the creamers.
“Listen Angel You and your sister will work it out. You’ve just got to find some middle ground. Why don’t you go talk to her? She’s probably at the shop by now.” I begin to stare at my silver platform heels. They’ve suddenly grown very interesting. Ladies and Gentlemen this is what they refer to as classic avoidance.
Burt gives me a knowing grin before saying,
“Did I mention that both you and your sister are as stubborn as mules?” That sends me into a bout of giggles.
“Oh Burt!” I exclaim in my best southern bell impression.
“You’re such a sweet talker. Why if you were a few decades younger and Maude wasn’t around I’d keep you for myself.” Burt raises his left hand to his heart and the other gives me my order.
“You make old fools feel good about themselves.” I lean forward pressing my palms against the cold counter.
“I just hope I find a man as wondeful as you.” With that I press a soft kiss on his cheek.
“See you tomorrow.” Burt shoots me a concerned look.
“You be careful now and tell Princess to come in and see me soon. She’s working herself to hard.” Poor Burt is always worrying about us. If he only knew that danger was in our calling. I bob my head and turn to exit the establishment when a weird feeling comes over me. I decide to just ignore it.
I’m about a half a block away from the coffee shop when I sense someone trailing me. I’m probably just paranoid. Still feeling a little skittish I look back anxiously. It’s the guy from the shop. I begin to walk faster hoping to lose him but to no avail. Knowing that I can defend myself I dart into the alleyway and wait for him to follow me in. As soon as he does I take him by surprise by doing a round House kick straight to his gut. He stumbles and then catches himself.
When he manages to raise up I spout,
“Alrighty buddy as flattering as it is to my ego I don't want you staring at my ass for another block so why don't you just go ahead and tell me who you are and what the hell you want with me."
