Rupert and coffee
I looked at the dash clock as I drove through the streets, looking for a park. Why, of all nights, when I am actually going out for the night, are there no parks?
Thankfully, only two and a half blocks away from the cafe, I managed to park in a small red car and flashy sporty number. They could manage getting out I'm sure. I grabbed my handbag from the seat, locked the doors and rushed off.
As I hurried across the street next to the Espresso Pump, I noticed a commotion down in front of the Magic Box. I hurried past, not paying it much notice. It was a dark street, and I'm sure the Magic shop is a place for all sorts of...wierdness. I know Buffy has been there often enough for all sorts of reasons, and I can't think of her going there for any reason other than work.
I dismissed it all from my mind and stepped into the welcoming light of the cafe.
Thankfully, only two and a half blocks away from the cafe, I managed to park in a small red car and flashy sporty number. They could manage getting out I'm sure. I grabbed my handbag from the seat, locked the doors and rushed off.
As I hurried across the street next to the Espresso Pump, I noticed a commotion down in front of the Magic Box. I hurried past, not paying it much notice. It was a dark street, and I'm sure the Magic shop is a place for all sorts of...wierdness. I know Buffy has been there often enough for all sorts of reasons, and I can't think of her going there for any reason other than work.
I dismissed it all from my mind and stepped into the welcoming light of the cafe.