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Mocha, Morning, Gregori, OTA....
Sunday was perhaps not the most traditional of moving days, but then again, having arrived in the City last weekend, and having spent a week at the Empress waiting for his furniture to be trucked overland, well, Gregori didn't want to wait any longer. He'd signed the lease on the little shop on Vine Square, and already the contractors were gutting it out. The upstairs accommodation was being cleared to become an office and kitchen, while downstairs would be the shop front, and main production and storage area. Everything had to be pristine and clean.

So having spent the week having some fun with a sledgehammer and truly getting his hands dirty, Gregori was looking forward to arranging furniture and deciding on a new colour scheme for his apartment. With the keys collected, and the furniture going up in the service elevator though, he had little to do for the moment, and so was down in the Mocha with a large hot chocolate, a raspberry danish, and currently a large tuna roll with salad. It might only be breakfast time, but Gregori had been up long enough that it felt more like lunch.