Heroin preferred to run most aspects of her business herself. But that didn't mean she didn't like to take some time off occasionally, mostly to get away from the constant planning that seemed to plague most of her waking hours.
The coffee shop wasn't terribly crowded, but it pulsed with an energy that made her pause. Heroin was no stranger to death, people OD'd all the time, or the terminally ill were given her drug to ease their passing. Nevertheless, it was a bit...off-putting. Still, she raised her chin and headed to find a table. One thing she wasn't was scared.