Coffee Time
There is one thing Cass loves almost more then patrol. And that's a good cup of coffee. No. Latte is what the fancy ones are called.
She picks up the frothy mug and takes a sip of her white chocolate mocha with the double vanilla shots. Not that ANY of that means a damned thing to her beyond....
"Mmmmmmm." The Asian girl is melting a little in bliss as she sits in her booth set back in the corner with an unobstructed view of the door and the little "kitchen" the cafe sported. Even when she was relaxing, some things are just ingrained to the bone. But she's not thinking about that. Or the many ways she could use a piece of biscotti as a weapon. Instead she's just living a little in the moment, floating on the wonderful takes of her afternoon treat.
She picks up the frothy mug and takes a sip of her white chocolate mocha with the double vanilla shots. Not that ANY of that means a damned thing to her beyond....
"Mmmmmmm." The Asian girl is melting a little in bliss as she sits in her booth set back in the corner with an unobstructed view of the door and the little "kitchen" the cafe sported. Even when she was relaxing, some things are just ingrained to the bone. But she's not thinking about that. Or the many ways she could use a piece of biscotti as a weapon. Instead she's just living a little in the moment, floating on the wonderful takes of her afternoon treat.