@alwayscomingback the carb man, guardian of the carbs
To her relief, her favourite little cafe was still standing. Places came and went in a town like Beacon Hills- usually because the proprietor turned out to be villain of the week- so it was nice to see some consistency there.
Stepping into Lava Java, Lydia took a deep inhale through her nose and could have fallen to her knees at the heavenly smells.
Distractions came in multiple forms, studies, sparring, sex... and strudel.
Lydia had been sitting in a booth enjoying coffee and a slice of her favourite cake when her powers chimed like a bell. An echo, faint and pulling her attention to someone calling they were off on their lunch break, that sounded like two different laughs; one male and one female.
Seeing who it came from, Lydia startled.
“Boyd? Vernon Boyd!?”
