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10:36 PM
WHO: Nica Marchese, OT anybody
WHEN: Tuesday evening
WHERE: Coffee shop downtown
Nica help up the line a little at the coffee shop, eyeballing the menu.
"How can you not have bagels?" she asked. "I mean, come on. Coffee ... bagels. It's kind of like peanut butter and jelly. You have one, the other's right there, ya know?"
"Sorry, miss, we're all out."
"Yeah, fine, whatever, I'll just have a mocha."
"We have scones, and croissants ... "
"Not even close to the same thing," Nica said, shaking her head.
She took her drink and settled near the window, flipping open her sketchbook and taking out a freshly-sharpened number four pencil. She took a sip of her drink and looked out the window ... it was getting dark, the sky turning red past the buildings, above the ocean. Palm trees lined the street, and Nica was still so unused to them that they seemed strange and exotic to her.
"At least, it's pretty here," she said out loud.
WHEN: Tuesday evening
WHERE: Coffee shop downtown
Nica help up the line a little at the coffee shop, eyeballing the menu.
"How can you not have bagels?" she asked. "I mean, come on. Coffee ... bagels. It's kind of like peanut butter and jelly. You have one, the other's right there, ya know?"
"Sorry, miss, we're all out."
"Yeah, fine, whatever, I'll just have a mocha."
"We have scones, and croissants ... "
"Not even close to the same thing," Nica said, shaking her head.
She took her drink and settled near the window, flipping open her sketchbook and taking out a freshly-sharpened number four pencil. She took a sip of her drink and looked out the window ... it was getting dark, the sky turning red past the buildings, above the ocean. Palm trees lined the street, and Nica was still so unused to them that they seemed strange and exotic to her.
"At least, it's pretty here," she said out loud.
mood: 
hopeful
hopeful