Having not traversed around Queens in an immensely long while, it was safe to say that Caleb had nearly forgotten most of the suitable establishments to unwind there; he had become too accustomed to the even more dashing cities and found sole comfort in the warmth of his office or within the cradle of both his two-year old daughter and wife. Things felt a little different here, the air felt homely, but not in a good way--reminding him of the much complicated times, with his parents, two ruffled sisters. He tried to not permit the nostalgia disturb him too much and continued to venture from the hotel room he had booked for the next three days, and down to the streets. “Excuse me,” he murmured, his voice low, evidence of it scarcely being used. “Do you know any decent coffee shops around here? Somewhere quiet would be preferable, I need to finish my work.”