First day at the new office and it's fucking raining. Managed to duck into a little coffee house just a few doors down from the office before I could get too wet.
Forgot places like this even existed, it's quaint. I'm used to the dirt and hot water the Vend-Its spew out, so "real coffee" isn't something I've experienced much.
Wanted to give the store a kind of test to make sure the kid behind the counter wasn't just using a vending machine in the back, so I asked for a London Fog; something that Ursula showed me. She's a far more worldy person than I, always used to introduce me to weird stuff from her work trips. I always kinda hated tea but its at least a good way to get her out of my mind.
Didn't even have to explain what a "London Fog" was-- maybe they're smarter than I give credit for or maybe they just searched it on the net while my back was turned. Took a seat at a table while waiting for the drink and just kinda... took everything in. Was nice, quiet, gave me room to think unlike the crowded nightmare that was the office. I booted up an archive of an old screamsheet I grabbed from a fixer pal of mine to help with an article I was working on when they bought out my tea and I just sat there for a few, reading while waiting for the rain to die out a bit.
It was nice. Reckon I'll try to come back some time.