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There's a coffee shop on the edge of town that Effy favors above all others. It's got nothing to do with the quality of the coffee — she's not a snob enough to be able to distinguish between single origin and blends, between pour-over and French press, though the lines that often stretch around the corner suggest that she's probably happened across quality without even really trying.
No, what brings Effy to this coffee shop has nothing to do with the coffee, and everything to do with the people. The coffee shop is fairly innocuous in its décor, open and modern, but with homey little touches. None of the cup and saucer sets match, lending a sense of personality to every customer. Effy swears that the servers specifically pick mugs to match the person — oversized and pink for the sorority captain, tiny and black for the old, grumpy man from down the street.
Today, they've given her a pale, geometric mug of white and beige. Unusual without actively searching for attention.
It puts a smile on Effy's face, barely there as it softens her features.
With a few files from work tucked under her arm, Effy looks around for a free table. Finding none, she roams a couple of times before deciding to duck carefully into the view of a young man engrossed in papers and textbooks. Maybe some company would be welcome. And if it's not, at least Effy's capable of being perfectly quiet.
"Seems most places are taken. Would you mind if I took a seat here?" she asks, gaze inquisitive.
No, what brings Effy to this coffee shop has nothing to do with the coffee, and everything to do with the people. The coffee shop is fairly innocuous in its décor, open and modern, but with homey little touches. None of the cup and saucer sets match, lending a sense of personality to every customer. Effy swears that the servers specifically pick mugs to match the person — oversized and pink for the sorority captain, tiny and black for the old, grumpy man from down the street.
Today, they've given her a pale, geometric mug of white and beige. Unusual without actively searching for attention.
It puts a smile on Effy's face, barely there as it softens her features.
With a few files from work tucked under her arm, Effy looks around for a free table. Finding none, she roams a couple of times before deciding to duck carefully into the view of a young man engrossed in papers and textbooks. Maybe some company would be welcome. And if it's not, at least Effy's capable of being perfectly quiet.
"Seems most places are taken. Would you mind if I took a seat here?" she asks, gaze inquisitive.