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This is an independently owned coffee ship in the Middle City Slums. The walls are made of pine wood, and the floor is a slightly more solid wood. The entire shop is about 10-feet by 10 feet with all the equipment shoved up against the back wall. There are five tables people can sit at with two chairs each.

Roleplay!

Twenty or so minutes later, Gavin walked into the Coffee Break with Cally. He ordered a drink for himself and then let Cally order hers.

Cally ordered, and watched as the waitress walked away.

Gavin led them over to the only free table.

Cally sat down. "I've never been here before."

"Me neither," Gavin admitted.

Cally smiled at him. "Well, first time for everything.

"Yep," Gavin agreed.

Cally looked around. "Seems busy."

"I suppose so, but apparently the Hear of the City is always a lot busier," Gavin said.

Cally shrugged. "I don't go over there much."

"Neither do I," Gavin admitted.

Cally nodded and watched the other people drink their coffee.

"How did you get into baking?" he asked, also glancing around the shop.

Cally shrugged. "I helped my mom around the kitchen growing up, and I guess I was just good. I enjoyed it a lot too."

"Cool," he said, smiling.

"I guess," Cally said.

Gavin's smile faded after a couple minutes of silence.

A waitress came over with their drinks. Cally thanked her quietly.

Gavin nodded his agreement and took a sip of his drink.

Cally sipped her coffee. "What about you? Like, what are your hobbies?"

"Writing, singing, guitar, and I now feel like a hippy," he said, smirking at his own joke.

Cally laughed. "So? Who says hippies aren't fun?"

"Are you calling me fun?" he asked.

"I never said that," Cally said. "I said hippies in general are fun."

"You so did," Gavin argued, grinning in triumph Some would say he was flirting, but it was just his usual attitude. He didn't like girls, so it was not truly flirting.

Cally shrugged. "Have it your way."

Gavin smirked. "So, what about you? What do you like to do?"

"Cook," Cally said. "It's pretty much my life."

He nodded.

Cally smiled. "In fact, I sorta don't do anything else."

"It's good you love your work," Gavin replied. He didn't notice the person at another table watching them. "Because I don't like mine so much."

"Oh?" Cally asked.

"Yeah," he agreed. The other person's eyes narrowed.

Cally shrugged. "Sucks for you, I guess."

"Yeah," he agreed.

Cally glanced around. "I don't really like this place. Too crowded."

"Want to leave?" he suggested.

"Yeah," Cally said, standing up.

"So, where to? Or are you planning to go home for the night, at which point I'd have to go to my own place?" Gavin asked.

Cally glanced at her watch. "Not right now, anyways. We could just walk around."

"Okay," Gavin agreed.

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Emilia walked into the coffee shop and smiled. She didn't usually come into the slums, but when she did she always stopped at this small place and got a drink. She sat at one of the tables and sighed, work lately had been pretty slow, and she didn't like that.

Gavin walked in. He had liked his coffee from the day before, so he had decided to get another.

Emi noticed the guy who walked in and watched him with interest as she sipped her coffee. He looked like any other normal person, but then again you never did know who really was a council spy or a resistance spy now days.

Gavin didn't see a free table, so once he got his drink, he sat down at Emi's. "Hi," he said, smiling.