The Cafe [For Sam]
The cafe is much like any. Big bay windows that look out to the East, an inviting smell and a wood panel front that screams 'I'm a comfort house'.
No one seems surprised at the man in jeans and a t-shirt who drops out of the sky in a blast of light. He gently puts his companion on the ground - hand on her elbow to make sure she's kept her footing - and drops to touch his own feet to the pavement. "Here we are. My favourite twenty four hour cafe. Make the best vanilla thickshakes in this dimensional plane."
No one seems surprised at the man in jeans and a t-shirt who drops out of the sky in a blast of light. He gently puts his companion on the ground - hand on her elbow to make sure she's kept her footing - and drops to touch his own feet to the pavement. "Here we are. My favourite twenty four hour cafe. Make the best vanilla thickshakes in this dimensional plane."