[It so happens that on a dark and stormy night in a city, (somewhere, anywhere really), someone may spot a beautiful gilded wooden door nearby wherever they are. Side of a building? In an alleyway? Near a dumpster?? Usually, it appears somewhere that's out of sight and out of mind, where the majority of people can't see it. The door looks warm and inviting and it's just a secret begging to be opened up so you can find what lies within...
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... It's surprisingly normal inside; a surprisingly normal cafe actually. The interior is a warm mixture of red brick walls and sleek wooden floors and tables, along with comfortable looking sofa chairs and a large couch with a coffee table to accompany it. The ceiling is decorated with colorful hanging lanterns that cast interesting shadows on the walls and floors. A large black bookshelf sits next to the counter where there are various books and novels that have an age to them from past readers and customers. Behind the counter is the usual machines, bottles of syrups, jars of coffee beans, and teas that scream, "WE ARE A GODDAMN CAFE." The black chalkboards aligned on the wall are strangely empty except for a lavishly illustrated logo which can only be the establishment's name.
❦ THE MIDNIGHT GRIND ❦
There's no other way to say it. This place is cozy.
It's empty right now, but soon there's a shuffle in the back and a young woman (she could be anywhere between 18 to her late 20s really; hard to say) with dark curly hair tied up into a ponytail walks out with a step ladder and a box of colored chalk, calling out to the back.]
Oren, I'm telling you, gluten free is in right now! You probably wouldn't be able to tell the difference between that and a regular waffle-... Oh!
[Iona Jacqueline Oakes finally notices the customer that's come in tonight and she beams, giving them a wave. She's an energetic, bouncy sunbeam of a person and it can be seen from her looks and the way she happily makes her greeting.]
OPEN THREAD
... It's surprisingly normal inside; a surprisingly normal cafe actually. The interior is a warm mixture of red brick walls and sleek wooden floors and tables, along with comfortable looking sofa chairs and a large couch with a coffee table to accompany it. The ceiling is decorated with colorful hanging lanterns that cast interesting shadows on the walls and floors. A large black bookshelf sits next to the counter where there are various books and novels that have an age to them from past readers and customers. Behind the counter is the usual machines, bottles of syrups, jars of coffee beans, and teas that scream, "WE ARE A GODDAMN CAFE." The black chalkboards aligned on the wall are strangely empty except for a lavishly illustrated logo which can only be the establishment's name.
There's no other way to say it. This place is cozy.
It's empty right now, but soon there's a shuffle in the back and a young woman (she could be anywhere between 18 to her late 20s really; hard to say) with dark curly hair tied up into a ponytail walks out with a step ladder and a box of colored chalk, calling out to the back.]
Oren, I'm telling you, gluten free is in right now! You probably wouldn't be able to tell the difference between that and a regular waffle-... Oh!
[Iona Jacqueline Oakes finally notices the customer that's come in tonight and she beams, giving them a wave. She's an energetic, bouncy sunbeam of a person and it can be seen from her looks and the way she happily makes her greeting.]
Welcome to The Midnight Grind! First time here?