-the sound of the nearly rusty door bell forces Enjin to put out his cigarette by the window near his table. He adjusts his washed out apron just enough to look somewhat professional. The shop carries minimal to no decor almost giving a hospital core vibe with it's blank walls. However the smell of coffee and cigarettes prove othervise. Behind a desk with a few poorly made cakes stand desserts stands Enjin with a somewhat tired expression- "What can I get started for ya ?"