About a communal kitchen area in a guesthouse I stayed in

An orphan girl. Forced to live and work with people who see her as less than human. Forced to sell her human dignity to get by. A pair of storm-filled eyes in a sea of overcast pupils. A bowed head in an ocean of fearful worshippers. The ones who were in practice the gods of this world didn't see her. They drowned themselves in excesses as all flawed gods do. They stepped over the heads of mortals, humans and demigods alike, to get what they wanted. Our protagonist is losing hope. Then she meets a woman with blood smeared all over her mouth and running down her chin.

She goes to the same cafe every Saturday to write and drink coffee.  He has never been to this cafe and never wanted to be there.  When two strangers meet you might expect romance; they see each other from across the room and it is love at first sight. But this isn't your typical love story. In fact, there is no love. This is about the consequences of a chance meeting between two people.

With a smirk on his stupid face, he drawled out lazily, "What are you doing here in the middle of the night, Faye?"​"I could ask you the same, Sebastien." I scowled. (One-shot)