Felix sat at the very back table of the coffee shop by the window. He had his head down, his hat casting a shadow over his face as he stared at the empty book in front of him, restlessly tapping the end of his pen on the table. He seemed lost in thought. He always came to this coffee shop to think while writing his books since it was quiet and nobody bothered him, plus the coffee was amazing. But, it seemed today that the creative juices weren't flowing. Even though all he was doing was retelling his lastest adventure, he wanted it to be entertaining and put his own creative flare on it.

He took a small sip of his coffee, it stung his mouth a little but it wasn't so hot it wasn't enough to burn his tongue. He set his cup back down on the table before going back to writing.