It was not often, nowadays, that Larxene went out without a specific purpose. Her face was well-recognized amongst certain parties, and she had to be careful who she was with and who saw who she was with. But she never had been one to allow anyone to limit her, and she wanted to examine the coffee shop she had heard talk of over the journals.

Dressed in a simple, pastel blue dress and sunhat, she stepped inside, heels clicking on the floor. It wasn't much to look at, but she wasn't here to examine the building. There were people here, and she wanted to watch them.

And the owner of the store--well, maybe he would prove interesting as well.