[ WP ] You are working the register at a quaint café . A customer tries to pay for their purchase with a human heart .

`` Hello and welcome to Cafe Sanguie, can I take your order?'' I asked the approaching customer. He was tall, and wore a big black trenchoat, which was n't exactly unusual at this time of night. His sharp facial features and widow's peak made him appear more handsome than I originally thought. While he looked at our menu, I noticed that he was even paler than I was. 
 
 `` Yes, uh, I'll take the french blend.'' he said, licking his lips and keeping his gaze on the sign above my head. 
 
 `` Okay sir, and what size would you like?'' I smiled, hoping he would pay attention to me, and not the menu. 
 
 It worked. `` Just one liter, please. You have a wonderful smile miss, perfect teeth.'' Finally someone that notices how much effort I put into them. 
 
 `` Thank you, yours are nice too. Will that be all?'' 
 
 `` Yes, thank you. How much do I owe you?'' 
 
 `` Twenty-one dollars and thirty-nine cents.'' I made sure to stress each syllable to show off my pearly whites. ``... and a dinner, how about this weekend?'' 
 
 `` I think I'll have to take you up on that offer, miss. Only if it's somewhere free-range. The way some people raise their livestock is so inhumane.'' 
 
 `` Finally! Someone who agrees with me. I can go on break soon and we'll sort out the details. Now I just need your money and we'll have your french blend-'' 
 
 `` Oh, right!'' he interrupted me and began to shuffle through his many pockets. `` This is embarrassing, I should have asked this first...'' and pulled out a fresh, bloody, human heart. `` Can I pay with this?'' 
 
 I stared at the heart, and sighed. `` I'll have to check with the manager, wait right here.'' 
 
 As I walked into the back rooms, I almost collided with another employee who was balancing a couple quarts labeled'German.' I tried asking her where the manager was, but she did n't hear me. Finally, I found who I was looking for checking the'American' inventory. All our products were from free-range harvesters so it was important to keep updated logs. 
 
 `` Do we still accept hearts as payment?'' I asked. 
 
 He looked away from his clipboard, `` Yes, and if you take it down to the blood bank, you get to keep the remainder as a tip.'' he informed me. 
 
 `` Awesome, thanks!'' I flashed him my pretty white fangs and turned back towards the registers. Today was going to be a good day.
