Apollo drove down the main road and parked her car in a side street. She opened the door and got out, then checked her phone. She flipped the screen up; no messages. Oh well, they'd probably send it soon, even if by scroll. Now that would be eccentric, she chuckled. Charming, even.
As she padded down the road her tail swished behind her. Her claws scratched on the concrete pavement.. It was weird. Back at home, the pavements were made of red brick. Sure, a minor detail, but it was still odd. She looked back up and scanned the shops on the side of the street she was on. Bookshop, clothes shop, jeweller... Nothing that really jumped out at her. No cafés, but the next one appeared to be. She opened the door of the café and a bell jingled.
Immediately, she was hit by the scent of roasting coffee beans. It was pungent, but boy was it good. Scampering to the counter, she demanded their darkest blend and when gifted with it, passed the appropriate number of bits over the counter. She held the porcelain plate in triumph, her beverage and a complimentary amaretti macaroon sat atop the little platter that was also decorated with a small spoon and optional sugarlumps. With disgust, she threw the sugarlumps into the contained they had come from. May glucose never blemish her coffee for it is an unforgivable sin.
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After around a half-hour, Apollo finished her coffee. Satisfied, she gave the café's barista a hefty tip and left the building.




