The pop-up caf\u00e9 had not been Thane\u2019s idea.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It was, in fact, the hotel manager\u2019s compromise<\/em> \u2014 a frantic attempt to contain the chaos Gabriel had already unleashed on the ninth floor. The plan was simple: an hour-long, supervised coffee service in the Rosewood\u2019s opulent lounge, open to hotel guests and staff only. No press, no fans, no nonsense.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Naturally, all three happened anyway.<\/p>\n\n\n\n By the time Thane stepped off the elevator, the situation had spiraled far past nonsense and into full-blown cartoon logic.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The velvet-draped lounge had been transformed. Hotel staff had rebranded the corner bar with a chalkboard sign that read \u201cCaf\u00e9 de Lune\u201d<\/strong> in elegant script, which Gabriel had immediately crossed out and rewritten as \u201cMoon Bean Madness\u201d<\/strong> in jagged, werewolf-scratch font.<\/p>\n\n\n\n There were stanchions, but they weren\u2019t helping.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A line of fans and hotel staff \u2014 where had they all come from?<\/em> \u2014 snaked around the grand piano. At the espresso station stood Gabriel himself, sporting a stolen waiter\u2019s vest over his usual chaos-core ensemble, wielding a milk frother like a sacred relic.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cLONDON!\u201d he shouted, standing on a barstool. \u201cAre you READY to get FERAL with your FOAM?!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Someone screamed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Two hotel clerks burst into tears.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A random businessman dropped his laptop and yelled, \u201cI just came down for tea \u2014 WHAT IS HAPPENING?!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Behind the counter, Jonah was attempting to operate the actual espresso machine. He looked like he was defusing a bomb with no training. \u201cWhy are there so many dials?! I think I made syrup.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Cassie stood beside him, already holding three lattes, two of which had foam art that could only be described as emotional support cryptids.<\/em> \u201cI told you we should\u2019ve charged money for this.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWe can\u2019t<\/em> charge money,\u201d Thane said from the doorway, voice barely audible over the din. \u201cWe don\u2019t have a food service permit in the UK.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThen we should at least charge pain<\/strong>,\u201d Mark muttered from behind a newspaper, sitting at a corner table like a Victorian gentleman in exile. \u201cThey\u2019re playing ska covers of our ballads.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Maya had taken control of the floor. \u201cONE AT A TIME, PEOPLE! No crowd-surfing unless you buy a muffin!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n There were no muffins.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Somewhere, Rico was playing an acoustic jazz version of \u201cField Notes from the Stars\u201d while a concierge slow-danced with a barista. A bellhop had fashioned a \u201cFeral Caf\u00e9 VIP\u201d sash from a room service napkin and was collecting fake autographs on espresso cups. A small child attempted to climb Gabriel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Emily was filming everything, half-laughing, half-horrified. \u201cThis is… this is going to break the internet again.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel handed a customer a cold brew with glittering gold flakes on top. \u201cWe call this the Alpha Shot.<\/em> It tastes like ambition and rage.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The customer fainted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Finally, the hotel manager reappeared, face white, clipboard trembling in his hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cMr. Conriocht,\u201d he said, panicking. \u201cPlease. Please make it stop.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane stepped forward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel locked eyes with him mid-macchiato flourish. \u201cThane, I\u2019m achieving beverage-based enlightenment.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou\u2019re two minutes from violating four EU health codes and summoning a caffeine god,\u201d Thane said calmly. \u201cShut. It. Down.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cBut\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel deflated slightly. \u201cFine.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n A collective groan of disappointment rose from the crowd\u2014quickly silenced as Thane raised one clawed hand and gave them the look.<\/em> The one that said I run the rigging for a pyro-heavy werewolf concert in stadiums. I can end your espresso dreams.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Within ten minutes, the lounge was cleared.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Hotel staff \u2014 half in shock, half in giddy fan haze \u2014 retreated with signed coffee sleeves. Jonah waved a milk pitcher like a battle flag. Cassie dumped the remaining drinks into a potted plant. Gabriel solemnly high-fived the espresso machine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane walked past him on the way out and muttered, \u201cNo more pop-ups.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel grinned. \u201cUntil Milan?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNo more.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n As the elevator doors slid closed, Thane finally allowed himself the faintest smile.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He was going to need a damn drink. And probably a fire extinguisher.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The pop-up caf\u00e9 had not been Thane\u2019s idea. It was, in fact, the hotel manager\u2019s compromise \u2014 a frantic attempt to contain the chaos Gabriel had already unleashed on the ninth floor. The plan was simple: an hour-long, supervised coffee service in the Rosewood\u2019s opulent lounge, open to hotel guests and staff only. 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