Hyrune
One Thousand Club
To Sam
"Good answer." It's hard to tell if her tone is grudging, teasing or genuine. It could be all three.
The Drop-Inn, with its faux log-cabin exterior, pulls into view, its glass doors opening and shutting frequently, propelled by caffeine-addicted students recovering from all-nighter cramming sessions and/or all nighter parties. The smell of coffee wafts around the establishment's tiny parking lot with a mind of its own, rich in cinnamon, brown sugar and, perceptibly, human weariness. Inside you can see people nursing French-style mugs of frothy cappuccinos.
"Good answer." It's hard to tell if her tone is grudging, teasing or genuine. It could be all three.
The Drop-Inn, with its faux log-cabin exterior, pulls into view, its glass doors opening and shutting frequently, propelled by caffeine-addicted students recovering from all-nighter cramming sessions and/or all nighter parties. The smell of coffee wafts around the establishment's tiny parking lot with a mind of its own, rich in cinnamon, brown sugar and, perceptibly, human weariness. Inside you can see people nursing French-style mugs of frothy cappuccinos.