The Lunatic Cafe

Akane "Sly" Vanya was sitting quietly on a couch in the lounge, her eyes closed as she was doing her own variation of meditation. The petite young woman was in her own little world but for some reason chose to be lost in it at the cafe. An odd choice but for her the cafe was a calming source of mostly positive energy.

It was soothing for her.

Though she did have to wonder how she'd missed out on her boss's new holiday of choice. Odd. She must have a blind spot to this place now. That couldn't possibly be a good sign, could it?

Also a bit odd was the fact there were a few old coloring books scattered around her, a box of crayons that had been knocked over at some point, and an open Jem & the Holograms lunchbox with cookies inside.

It was easy to miss a shift in the shadows when someone wasn't looking. And people rarely looked under tables. This made it a perfect spot to crawl from the shadow and shake dust from an old leather jacket. The beanie and jeans were just as covered but looked to be in good condition. The shirt was neat and pressed. Looking up, he scanned the room behind his sunglasses. He was searching for someone.

When the person proved not to be in immediate sight he cleared the table and stood. A short walk and he was at the bar. He picked up a paper napkin and pen and started to try to compose a note.

His entrance is as simple as the last time. The doors of the cafe open as another patron enters, holding it to let someone else out. He scans to see who present and walks over to some of the chairs with a pile of various magazines that have been left out. No suit to change out of, he has on his worn jacket and jeans with his beanie pulled to hide his hair. He flips through the magazines and chooses, then sits in one of the couches, relaxed for the moment.

The doors of the cafe swing open, admitting yet another patron to the setting.  He glances about the space as the door closes, and releases a small sigh, some small measure of tension easing from his face.  His eyes scan the cafe, quickly locating the bathroom, and he starts to loosen the tie around his neck as he presses toward it.

When the newcomer steps from the bathroom mere seconds later, the suit he was wearing is gone. A beanie covers his head, his jeans look worn, and it's a hard call to know which is more beat up: the jacket, or the shirt. But the man himself finally looks more comfortable as he claims a seat at the bar, picking up one of the menus to flip through as he tries to decide what to order.