The coffee shop on the campus grounds was the kind of place that could easily be underestimated. The walls were red brick without a single form of decor hanging from them as though someone just hadn’t seen the point of art in such a place.
But what the place lacked in looks with its small tables and plain, average chairs, it made up for in the smell of roasted beans and ambition. Honestly, Roxie understood why the place was packed despite the visual appeal. One could easily get high on caffeine and ambition just from walking through the door.
This late in the day, the place was almost overflowing with students, university staff, and anyone who dared come all the way for the strong coffee guaranteed to wake the dead. That was actually what was written on the counter next to a display of
