The Barista and the Bard

The barista stiffened and stared at Daniel with wide freaked out eyes for a couple of seconds.

"W-what? Kill somepony? Are you sure? I mean...he didn't seem like the murderer type. I...him and his little coltfriend or whatever seemed to both be in good spirits when they came over here and got some drinks..." The barista was plum confused and bothered. 'Are you sure? I mean...no offense but it sounds ridiculous."