[Bean Crushers is a surprisingly nice place, though her nose is still getting used to the rich scent of coffee surrounding her. While she may just have gotten a job (and lost a boss,) she isn't going to ignore all the other storefronts in Marina as she gets adjusted to her new solo life style. And clearly as an adult it's perfectly reasonable to have a line of lattes, most sipped once or twice, just to try.
Holding onto the latest one, a precariously large pink drink, Jezebel wanders over to the sight of company eager to make friends and unfortunately distract from probably important scribblings.]
What's in the books? [She leans forward to take a peek at what he's currently writing.] You look so busy.