A little coffee shop on a brick road
Figaro was sort of her haven, a retreat within the city. Hours were spent sipping on cups of hot tea while tapping away on her macbook, oblivious to the people around her. He never really liked hot tea. And he never spent too much time in coffee shops either. Network gaming was more like his thing. But he would meet her there, and he would drink tea. It would usually be vanilla, the aroma makes it a little better than just tolerable, but he would never enjoy the drink as much as he would the view. —- MADZ
