The Perk, Monday Evening

[steel_not_glass]

The inside of the Perk was warm and smelled like good coffee; both things Cindy could appreciate after the walk from the hotel in the evening cold. When Max had called her asking if they could talk--and after Cindy had verified that he legitimately meant 'talk'--she'd suggested the Perk so she could stock up on her personal supply of coffee and grab some for class tomorrow.

The mug she had in her hands right now? Pure indulgence.

Did she feel guilty? Not a chance.

[Cindy's there for one, but the Perk is open for all your Cindy or coffee needs!]