Devika watched the stranger watch her, out of the corner of her eye. She could feel him looking, which strengthened the feeling that he didn't belong here. So what was he doing here? He could be anyone- or anything... She wasn't the most powerful wizard that ever showed their face at the cafe, but she was the heaviest hitter here at the moment. If something went down, it'd be

"Your drink's up, Miss Dev!" Anny called back from behind the counter. Devika smiled and got up. The drinks here took a while, but they couldn't be beat. Because of all of the magic energy flowing within the shop, any modern device would have been doomed to failure. Instead they used antique coffee grinders, roasters, blenders, and even heated the milk the old fashioned way, over the stove. The process took a while, but the results were worth it. The coffee's taste was sharper, richer, more real. Even with the small crowd it catered to, they bought enough coffee to keep the place well in business. Devika couldn't even drink other coffee anymore.

"Thanks, Anny." She took her drink and sipped it, sighing at the wonderful flavor. "Delicious as always, kid." As casually as possible, she leaned against the counter, casting a half-interested gaze over at the blonde stranger. "...you new in town? Or just... slumming it with the weirdos?"