Dust settled on Sarah McFarlen's shoulders as she elbowed the door open. Some of it got into her nose and she sneezed violently, barely holding onto the stack of holodisks stacked precariously across her arms. Apparently Sophie's had once been a bustling cafe, but that had been well before Sarah's time. Shafts of sunlight pierced the windows of the place, seemingly highlighting a small table in the corner, which the freshly-minted Zoner made a point of not sitting at.
Still it was cheerful enough, she reflected, settling down to wait for her coffee. The strong beverage wasn't normally her forte but, hey, she'd already changed everything else lately. What difference did taste make?
With a contented grin, directed at no-one in particular, the twenty one year old slid the holodisks under her chair and settled in to await her contact.
