Aries arrived at his frequented Cafe. Apparently the original owner, Amelia, the sweet old lady had passed away. It made him a bit sad, but apparently it was passed down to her grandson. He used to make art, beautiful art for her cafe, so Aries assumed it was in good hands.

"Wow.."

The Cafe was covered in wonderful flowers, the original furniture still there but refurbished to almost its original state. The furnace was lit with a warm fire to protect the inside from the blizzard outside.