Although it was a cool evening, people were sitting outside under the giant sunflower above the blue awning of The Blind Faith Café, enjoying the first hint of summer. The bistro tables were full of shivering hipsters drinking cocktails, huddled in excited conversations over the noise of the busy street. Jessica reckoned she was safe in the familiar surroundings.
Colorful frosted cupcakes in the bakery case were harbor beacons beckoning her to shore. Whatever the ailment, these deceptively pretty pastries were the cure, from Calming Carrot Cupcakes spiked with St. John’s Wort, to Brainy Brownies containing Ginkgo Biloba, or Honey Heart Cookies laced with Horny Goat w**d. Combined with a steaming pot of Darjeeling tea, those treats were the antidote to even the worst nightmare.
Sitting in
