Auror | sweathart| paint |
The wide windows of the café focused on St. Paul's Cathedral and the historic center of the city, wrapped in smoky evening shades. Rebeca sat by the window and looked downwards, where rows of troubled people and cars crowded in traffic jams while she enjoyed a great coffee after a tiring weekday and the café was called Staburags Prufrock Coffee. It was nice here and the girl didn't think about using teleportation to go home. She drank hot chocolate and bit into a Cinamon bun and then put it back on the table.