Every dawn held a dear place inside Orie's heart. Each morning a certain drink, known for its bitter taste and strong scent, gave Orie precious energy. The sacred elixir called coffee acted as her first love with tea being equally enjoyable. A few mornings passed by without obtaining what she loved which made for an irritated Orie. Today coffee would be obtained so Orie needed not worry nor did she. Being pessimistic was boring and she rather not think about pointless things.

The modestly dressed bluenette made her way across town. Her attire consisted of her precious long-sleeved white sweater and sweatpants. Both were appropriate for casual, but not formal, outings. On her feet were white flip-flops. Tired crystal blue optics were calm yet warm, glancing from side to side occasionally as she struggled to move her tired body from hitting others. "Morning." She said to several people who became accustomed to seeing Orie.

She had come into a cafe. The floors, tables, and chairs were all wooden, giving a woody scent that mixed well with the smell of coffee tea, and sweets. There weren't many people present, and the line was short.