As Kaya lost herself the off-not music, Kimbal was busy greeting everyone. Alex was the first to enter that he knew, the young, accented lad whom Kimbal had taken an easy liking to. He, like Kaya, was a musician, and of course had his share of sadness like the rest of them. A natural black sheep. Kimbal greeted him with a wide smile and a short hello, listening idly to the boy's Russian-filled voice before sitting back, head lowered for a moment of thought as Alex asked how he was.

"Indifferent and cheerful, as always," he smiled his signature smile, leaning forward as Alex sat across from him, "what about you? Feeling okay?"

On stage, Kaya was swaying to and fro, though hunger was slowing her work down. A constant growl from her stomach continued to interrupt her thought pattern, and her fingers trembled with the anxiety that always came when she even saw anything that could be devoured. The tin can at the edge of the stage was fuller than before, at least by fifty cents, and the clouds that had threatened to cover the earth in frozen whiteness had just opened up, allowing the flakes to slowly drift down passed the cafe window and onto the cement just out of view. The lunch crowd seemed to be dispersing, probably ready to return to work or home with their now full stomachs, and as more and more people left Kaya began to feel her playing was rather pointless.

She stopped mid-song, dark eyes raising to scan the restaurant while her fingers reached up to curl in her curly hair. She smiled at the table where Kimbal and Alex sat, and continued to frown at the rest, especially the suited pair at the far left table, near the backdoor. Possible politicians, or landlords, or whoever else would want to wear suits to such a shitty part of town. The rest of the cafe was as it always was, mostly empty, comfortably warm, and glowing in the cloud-covered sunshine. She slowly stood from the piano stool, crouching to grab her jacket and whatever money had been left in the tin, and then jumped from the stage, striding over to the table with her head high, just as another figure arrived at the table. Mississippi Lowe, the cutie waitress and neighbor that Kaya always liked to look at. She glanced at the table for a moment, then turned and dragged over an extra chair, grinning sweetly as she poked Missi's side to get her attention,

"Heeelloo patrons of the Life Cafe!" She greeted loudly, pulling the chair up behind Missi while she hooked the spare with her foot, dragging it forward and sitting quickly. Kimbal smiled at her, pushing the bowl of soup and coffee forward while he took his own food to his face, eating quickly.

"Give me all the lovely food, M.L., I'll eat anything you bring out!" He waved towards the kitchen, a small, awkward gesture of thanks, and then he returned to the grilled cheese, dunking it viciously in the tomato soup as Kaya watched on with disgust. She lowered her eyes towards the amber-colored liquid before her, mouth twitching with discomfort before she pulled the coffee forward, taking a small sip. The warmth of the drink quickly dispelled any remaining cold that tainted her body and she sat back, a small smile gracing her face. Kimbal watched out of the corner of his eye, eyebrows furrowed slightly, but instead of complaining he continued to eat and drink. 

Kaya sat up slowly, smiling at Alex and Missi as she glanced over their current appearances. Alex was as he always was, pale, skinny, and guitar-clad, but perhaps his skin was a bit... Too white. He looked ghost like, as if he had just woken from a bad dream, or perhaps he had a cold. Her hands clasped together, fingers interlocking tightly as she stared at him for a long while, before finally turning to examine Missi. The pretty, short-haired waitress was shaking, but not from cold it seemed. Kaya normally got those kind of shivers when she was hungry, or craving [i]that[/i]... Perhaps...

"Hey, lil' Missi~" she rose her voice to grab the girl's attention, and then she pushed the still-warm soup and a spoon towards the other girl, "I'm not hungry, you can have this, kay?" Kaya took another sip of coffee and grinned before turning to Kimbal, making dough eyes while he seemed to grumble angrily for a moment.

"I'm good with coffee, baby. You worry too much~." She leaned forward to pap the man on the nose before sitting back, letting out a loud whine,

"Anyway, what should we do tonight? I'm free from work, and I don't wanna be cooped up at home. Any suggestions?"