There was the sound of a door further into the museum that opened and closed for a moment before a hand rested lightly on Bianca's shoulder. The pink haired woman jumped before she was greeted with a warm smile by the girl that was there to relieve her. "Oh Amy, how happy I am to see you!" The woman exclaimed happily as she jumped from the rolling chair in which she had sat, sending it flying and toppling over behind her. She swung her arms around the woman before quickly gathering up her items and running out the front door.

Even though she was dead tired, the thought of the sweet Carmel macchiato at the cafe near the college was enough to get Bianca up and running. Granted, her sudden burst of energy only seemed to draw the attention of others that were walking around town at the early hours; after all, running from a museum at full force was nothing suspicious, not at all. With the number of times this scene took place, it was amazing that no one had called the cops on the woman at this point, then again, all the locals were probably used to this happening almost on clockwork.

After a few minutes, the bustling cafe came into view. Not again, Bianca mentally cried as her pace slowed to a run with her somehow not out of breath. Even though she was a talkative person, Bianca was not someone that wanted to put up with the noisiness of public places when all she wanted was her coffee to get her through the rest of the day, or at least the parts that came before she would pass out.

Letting out a sigh, sleepiness finally finding its way back to the woman, Bianca entered the cafe. Most of the tables were taken and the store was rather loud, much more so than it had been recently. Crinkling up her nose slightly before taking a seat at an open table that neighbored an odd hair colored male that seemed pretty into whatever was going on with his phone at the time. She paid no real attention to the male as she took her seat, head colliding with the table with an audible 'thud' which was loud enough to quiet the conversations of the surrounding tables for a few moments, at least until they saw that Bianca wasn't going to be moving any time soon. Besides, someone would bring her her 'wake up fuel', they always did and she found it partially sad that the staff had her order memorized.