08-11-2010, 04:19 AM
Coralee returned to her spot behind the front desk, telling Hone that she was free to continue serving customers, which kept pouring in the doors like they were running from something, and in several cases they were. The cafe itself seemed to be alive, breathing, not just from the people and spirits that filled it, but as if it were a live creature. A great beast that protects the ones that seek refuge in its belly. 'Grandmother always said that this place was special, that people were led here by some sort of internal compass...' If it were true, it would explain how business was so good everyday that she had to keep it open twenty-four hours on fridays and saturdays. It gave the nocturnal creatures that stayed here something to do, but it was still rediculous how many people were still here at three and four in the morning.
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