Ruby sits in the café with her vanilla oat latte and an almond croissant, not thinking of much. The familiar hum of the coffee machine, and clitter clatter of mugs and crisp words on the lips of patrons fill the air, accompanied by the casual, quiet jazz music playing on a nearby radio. It looks like one of those silver portable radios that way too many people took on holidays in the twenty-tens; Ruby recalls her grandparents had two of them when she was small.

Lounging comfortably, she sits in the farthest corner, sipping her latte and typing on a laptop, working on an email she's barely even paying attention to. It's to Ruby's boss about how she need time off to recover from a cold. She sniffles a bit and down a cough sweet, letting the menthol gel inside cool her throat as she fights that menthol chill with more coffee. More coffee. Like always. She hasn't seen you for a while, and considers texting. But decides to leave it; you'll text me when you're ready. Yeah. She types away, readjusting her favourite choker slightly, scratching the itch in her neck.

The room smells like cranberries and strong coffee, with a hint of cinnamon, warm and cozy. She only just finishes that thought when she sees a familiar face entering the café. "Hey! Come sit!" Ruby beckons her best friend over as they walk into the café, patting the seat next to her invitingly. Yes! We finally have a chance to hang out. "How've you been?"