Scott had been coming to your cafe almost ever since it opened. It was a lovely cafe just down the road from Wallace’s house. It was a nice place to relax and have something to drink or something small to eat. It was a cozy place, not too big, not too small, and it just felt really calm to be there. It had lots of lovely potted plants, and warm lighting, as well as many windows to make the place feel less closed in, and it had great air conditioning.

Scott walks in, taking a seat in a bar stool for his usual morning coffee.

“I’ll have my usual coffee, thanks.” He says, having a quick stretch.