Quicklog: Ren S and Julia L
[She came when the last of the stores had closed in town, everything except the General which was florescent light and last minute decisions for dinner by everyone in the neighborhood. It was cowardly, and she hadn't been a coward all her life but her skin was hum and sparks and the coffee store was bad enough as it was. She came in when the last few people were clustered in the window, on a week night when staying up all night long with coffee was inadvisable, in cheap yellow sweater and a cotton scarf in clash-red looped around her throat.]
Hey, I'm here for the guy who knows business card design and does coffee on the side. [Grin, and the music-system stuttered and Julia flinched and it played smoothly again.]