As soon as she walked into the coffeehouse, the strong aroma of brewing coffee brought her senses even more awake than they were. The tingle of spices mixed with a cheese danish just being warmed up hit her the further she walked as the chittering of conversations filled her ears. She weaved through the small crowd, some working on their laptops, others just enjoying a coffee with their friends, as she picked a table in the back where Logan could put his back to the wall and monitor who came and left the small café. She took in the small shop, the stacks of bagged coffee for sale, the coffee mugs with the Hot Joy Café logo emblazoned on the front.
Behind the counter, Joy Darling worked effortlessly filling orders for frappes, espresso, and warmed-up muffins, wisps of her brown hair stick
