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A slightly annoying string of morning shifts has left Cecilia with something resembling a regular schedule for the first time since she started at this library. She's not a morning person, but she could get used to the idea of all those free evenings stretching out before her.
This evening, she's back at the coffee shop. It's nice enough that she's sitting at a sidewalk table instead of inside, with a steaming cup of chai and a somewhat embarrassing novel of the kind that's commonly called "chick lit". (She doesn't look particularly engrossed in the novel.)