Who: Nell and Carver What: Coffee tiemz When: Sunday Evening Where: Cuppa Joe Cafe
Christ. Is this place EVER not fucking packed?
One didn't live in Astor Ridge for very long without discovering two things about the Cuppa Joe Cafe:
1. It was probably the best coffee you were going to find anywhere.
2. No matter what time you go, day or night, be prepared to stand in a five deep line or more.
Still, just because he knew the rules didn't mean he had to like them, and it was with a very wary sigh that he joined the queue, hand rubbing through the close-cropped strands of deep brown hair on his head, not worrying about if he was messing them up or not.
He'd just gotten off of work and was no longer being paid to look presentable.