The coffee shop bell would jingle as you stepped inside. Usually at this time of day, the shop would be crowded, but it was unusually quiet. You would take this with spades, ordering a drink and waiting. There was only one other in the shop, an inkling, who twirled a pencil around and around as his brow furrowed at an empty piece of paper. "Lets see...reef lux...curling bomb..." It seems the inkling was talking aloud to himself, not noticing you had entered the shop.