A growl.

Your stomach rolls with the discomfort of hunger and the low buzz of anxiety keeps you tense.

The cold whirl of autumn wind does little to settle your unease. You're not sure what's eating at you, but you'd much rather be eating some food to distract from it. Maybe it's being in unfamiliar territory or just the late hour, but your certain warmth will at least relax your bones.

Your phone screen lights up as you search for any nearby spots.

The quaint coffee shop of LeBlanc welcomes you. You find it quickly and welcome yourself into the Cafe, the door lightly creaking.

The chime of a bell clues the barista of your presence and his gaze quickly meets yours.

"Welcome." His voice is smooth like honey and his smile is just as sweet to match.

There's a slight tilt of his head where something feels off. A falter in his demeanor perhaps from a long shift.

But as he speaks to you again, a cold shiver runs down your spine as the sense of unease seems to creep upon you wothout explanation. There's a certain glint of danger in his eyes that intrigues you.

"Can I help you with anything?"