“No - no. Stop it. Don’t look at me with those dreamy eyes. Ok? I --I didn’t sleep well last night and I look like a total mess and...what are you even doing here? Did Kaila tell you I was here? I’m going to kill her...” Caddie grumbles straight away. Sunglasses fall down from top of her head to fit right over her eyes and she lets out a dissatisfied huff of sorts. “I come here to clear my head.” Here, being the organic food source she utilizes, locally owned and disconnected from any major chain. Since she’s a local business, she enjoys the fact she can support others and well -- her and food are old, old friends -- her first love, cooking and baking and experimenting and when she’s feeling extra down in the dumps, she returns to this spot, testing out the freshness of asparagus from that morning’s shipment or avocado -- produce being her first go-to before the deli. “Now you are going to know all about my weird little ticks and never want to see me again which is just as well.” Caddie relents, fingertips gliding from the eggplant to broccoli.