EMILY
"Welcome!" she exclaimed, her demeanour vivacious and infectious. "How do you want your coffee? We have bagels too, and I can make a mean omelet!"
As she busied herself preparing my order, I took the opportunity to survey my surroundings, taking in the handful of people scattered about the cafe. My mind began to wander, and I found myself pondering what it would be like to grow up in this town, compared to the, well, different experience I had in Darkwood. My gaze fell upon a young girl, no more than fourteen or fifteen years old, who was completely absorbed in a romance novel, her eyes scanning the pages with an intensity that was almost palpable. There was something about her that resonated with me - perhaps it was the way she seemed to be getting lost in the world of books, muc
