Victoria thought on the name for a short second, then smiled. “Especially for college students, I’d imagine.”
	She startled slightly when Alex took her arm. She adjusted her light hold, and happily let him lead them outside. She eyed the rain as they neared the doors, the image of the exact placement of her umbrella in her mind; e it sat at her aunt and uncle’s house, forgotten in the back of the hallway closet. The unrelenting cloud’s tears soon soaked into their clothes as Alex expertly led the way.
	Victoria tried to keep track of the streets they took, thankful for the scenic route. Though the whispers of the rain pounding the ground and buildings around them created the only form of conversation, the silence between them was a comfortable one, as it always seemed to be.
	She felt thankful when they finally came to the café. Tucked at the far end of a building strip, lights shone out invitingly from the storefront windows. The name of the café was scrawled across the window in large fancy lettering. A mechanical bell rang as they entered, and the inviting scent of coffee wafted over her. 
	Inside, various sizes of tables sat around the room surrounded by chairs, packets of sugar organized in plastic containers at the tables’ center. The café was empty save for a man reading a newspaper, a styrofoam cup on the table in front of him.
	Victoria slowly approached the counter at the far left-hand side. Her attention turned to the chalkboard menu hanging on the wall, its contents written in various colors of chalk.
	She looked over as a man in his mid-twenties with a goatee emerged from a door at the back of the counter. She held her breath, her eyes not quite meeting his as she waited to see if his form would waver for her. To her relief, it did not.
	“Welcome to Haven!" he greeted in his deep voice, smiling at the college students. "What can I get for you?”