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Wraith
A few blocks away from the buisness district to the east, and a few blocks away from the museums to the south, lay a coffee shop. It only opened a year ago, and was fairly popular, although that was likely attributed to its aforementioned location. Lawyers, suits, accountants, and the like could stop by the place on their lunch break without using too much of it to get there, but didn't have to then look at the silver towers where their offices were found, and visitors to the museums had a handy spot to eat.
The decor was, in a word, eclectic. The Caffeinated Firefly, so it was called, was owned by two twenty-somethings who prided themselves on supporting local buisness and sustainable living, which meant all of the furniture was purchased from thrift stores, and all of the art was purchased from local artists, and so there was no cohesive theme. This also added to its popularity. The museum goers found it cute and trendy, and it made the suits feel less like, well, suits. It was a strictly non-corporate environment, and not in a corporate-non-corporate way.
Then, amongst all the usual patrons, amongst all the suits and museum goers and tourists and other twenty-somethings was one old man. One couldn't really describe him as "elderly," despite the fact he used a cane, there was still black in his white hair, of which he had lost none with age, and he still stood straight. He looked as though he would have been quite muscular in his prime, but he was old, now. And, notably, had visited the cafe every day, at the same time, since it opened. He always ordered darjeeling tea, without any milk or sugar, and left twenty dollars as a tip, even though the tea cost less than seven. He always wore a black suit, and of all things, a golden pocket watch. He never spoke to anyone, beyond the usual pleasantries, never sat with anyone, and the only change in his routine was if he sat at his usual table and drew, wrote, or simply stared out the window, towards the museums.
That was where he sat, now. He had an open notebook in front of him, and he was holding a pen, but he wasn't writing. It was a "look out the window" day, it would seem, and he hardly stirred when the other patrons strolled in, and all the other tables slowly filled, because the coming of Christmas increased the popularity.
The decor was, in a word, eclectic. The Caffeinated Firefly, so it was called, was owned by two twenty-somethings who prided themselves on supporting local buisness and sustainable living, which meant all of the furniture was purchased from thrift stores, and all of the art was purchased from local artists, and so there was no cohesive theme. This also added to its popularity. The museum goers found it cute and trendy, and it made the suits feel less like, well, suits. It was a strictly non-corporate environment, and not in a corporate-non-corporate way.
Then, amongst all the usual patrons, amongst all the suits and museum goers and tourists and other twenty-somethings was one old man. One couldn't really describe him as "elderly," despite the fact he used a cane, there was still black in his white hair, of which he had lost none with age, and he still stood straight. He looked as though he would have been quite muscular in his prime, but he was old, now. And, notably, had visited the cafe every day, at the same time, since it opened. He always ordered darjeeling tea, without any milk or sugar, and left twenty dollars as a tip, even though the tea cost less than seven. He always wore a black suit, and of all things, a golden pocket watch. He never spoke to anyone, beyond the usual pleasantries, never sat with anyone, and the only change in his routine was if he sat at his usual table and drew, wrote, or simply stared out the window, towards the museums.
That was where he sat, now. He had an open notebook in front of him, and he was holding a pen, but he wasn't writing. It was a "look out the window" day, it would seem, and he hardly stirred when the other patrons strolled in, and all the other tables slowly filled, because the coming of Christmas increased the popularity.