To Lynn, the Unicorn Lounge seemed like a dive bar that was trying to clean up and look presentable, but there was no hiding the past. The dark wood paneling, chipped and scratched, clashed with the plush pink, yellow and white sofas and armchairs strewn amid regular wooden chairs and tables. The smell alone—soaked into all the dark wood of the place, it seemed, testified to decades of smoking, spilled drinks and fights before the reinvention into this student hangout it currently was.
Nearly all the sofas and most of the tables were taken up by students huddled over laptops and tablets with thick textbooks open in front of them. The scent of gourmet coffee hung thick in the air and fought with the stink underneath.
Even the bartender was reading from a thick paperback book with the pict
