Warning: Gore.
- RAYA -
The air feels lighter outside after I leave Moxie Coffeehouse. I've made some notes and a few sketches in the journal that Dex gave me, which—I'll admit—felt a little weird at first to be writing in since I have the same one at home for an entirely different purpose. But then I allowed myself to get lost in the atmosphere of Moxie, listening to the customers come in and have friendly conversations with the employees, watching those who stayed perched on the tall stools overlooking the street or sunk into comfy chairs while they read books or worked on their computers. It was clear who were regulars and who were new, because the employees always greet everyone and engage them in conversation.
