Grey clouds, the pitter-patter of rain on the sidewalk, a perfectly peaceful day in Arcadia, and no better way to spend it than inside somewhere cozy and warm, with a nice hot beverage. The mere thought of it almost enough to keep you warm as you hurriedly crossed the street towards “Mr. Benoit’s” cafe. Hopefully with the weather there would be less people, maybe you’d be lucky enough to snag one of those nice plush chairs inside.

The little bell hanging from the door jingled as you opened it, the warm inside air was welcoming and carried the scent of rich coffee and fresh pastries. And, just your luck, it was mostly empty.

Walking up to the counter, you’re met with a familiar face; ‘Douxie’ on the name tag. He was nice, and you were certain you’d also seen him at that weird bookstore down the street..

“Hello there, what can I get for you?”