@caseydundrich, Driftwood coffee.
Time off from work should be time off from work, but it isn't (when it comes to Tricia) and it won't (when it comes to Tricia). But it's close enough to start planning for the first week back to school now, isn't it?
So here she stands, coffee dangerously close to overflowing in one hand, chocolate muffin on a plate in the other, tote with her laptop in dangling from the crook of her elbow making every move a precarious one. Only problem now is a lack of seats. Tricia hadn't planned this far, but an idea comes quick to mind when she spots a familiar face. She's seen him before, for sure; definitely asked him to watch her stuff when she needed a sudden dash to the toilet in the past, on probably more than one occasion. This is her regular planning spot after all, seems to be his regular too. She shuffles over to the table in the busy shop. 'You don't mind if I sit here, do you?' Tricia asks with a smile, 'I don't normally ask, but...' She looks around them. 'Seems to be a busy one today.'












