EMILY
Was this what normal felt like? It was hard to put a name to the emotion I was feeling right now. The sheer and somewhat ineffable sensation of, uhm, freedom? It was as though I had been placed inside a bottle and only now released. Like I had always had wings but only now making use of them.
"How do you want it?" a guy with a dark bushy eye brow questioned, his head tilted as he stared at me.
I told him how I wanted my coffee, and in a moment, he brought it. I continued to feast my gaze on everyone around me. It was something I had never expected before, wasn't it? Look, right now, take aside Jake who was buried in the sport article he perused on his phone, everyone else was a human being. No one here had witch blood and unique witch DNA like my kind, no one here was a supernat
