Mac'd spent yesterday off the island, and had earned herself a rare tan, so today was a day for relaxing on island. The best place to do that in this heat, at least in her opinion, was a place where she had iced running coffee at her fingertips.
... Or, y'know, at the counter.
After a brief discussion with the barrista over the source of
'that weird smell', Mac found herself a table and a comfy chair and settled in with her laptop for the morning.
[[Completely open. I'm about pretty much all day. Yay!]]