[It's been close to three weeks since "the incident," so Cadence thinks she's more than made it past that annoying episode in her life when said episode walks into the Starbucks closest to her work.
He's not a dragon; he's a fucking poltergeist.
Cadence slides down in her seat next to the shop's main window, gluing her eyes downward on her phone. She screams internally, thinking it over and over like a mantra: do not see me, do not talk to me, do not have any reason to venture near this Starbucks or even the Financial District ever again after this unfortunate moment. If Cadence was an especially religious woman, she'd think Zeus did this on purpose.]
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He's not a dragon; he's a fucking poltergeist.
Cadence slides down in her seat next to the shop's main window, gluing her eyes downward on her phone. She screams internally, thinking it over and over like a mantra: do not see me, do not talk to me, do not have any reason to venture near this Starbucks or even the Financial District ever again after this unfortunate moment. If Cadence was an especially religious woman, she'd think Zeus did this on purpose.]