Danil had a bit of time before his shift started and he found himself strolling to a coffee shop. It wasn't too uncommon of an occurrence for him; there was something comforting about the atmosphere of such places. Perhaps it was the warm press of humanity that demanded nothing more than just it's sheer presence. The illusion of companionship with the safety of isolation.
As soon as he slipped inside there was something...off. A chill that slipped across his skin, the hairs at his arms standing stiffly up for a few moments. He frowned, rubbing at his arms shaking his head a little and made his way to the back of the place, settling into one of the soft, worn armchairs in the back. He pulled out a battered ipod, a frown crossing his face at the dark screen. A frustrated sigh slipped past his lips and he started to fiddle with the old piece of technology.
JUNE 5; COFFERS' SHOP (AFTERNOON)
As soon as he slipped inside there was something...off. A chill that slipped across his skin, the hairs at his arms standing stiffly up for a few moments. He frowned, rubbing at his arms shaking his head a little and made his way to the back of the place, settling into one of the soft, worn armchairs in the back. He pulled out a battered ipod, a frown crossing his face at the dark screen. A frustrated sigh slipped past his lips and he started to fiddle with the old piece of technology.