Victoria looked back to the menu, double-checking her choices and missing the short exchange between the two men. Though she couldn’t quite put her finger on it, there was something about this place that just felt… [i]comforting.[/i] She felt her usual paranoia diminish slightly, her nerves settling down.
	“Victoria?”
	“Huh?” She looked to Alex, her gaze taking a moment to focus on him as she pulled from her thoughts. Her gaze shifted to the barista. She blushed and cleared her throat as she registered why Alex had said her name. “I’ll take a Campfire latte. Small.”
	“Good choice. This is the last week we have that.” The man quickly rung the total up. “That’ll be four-twenty-eight.” 
	“You got it last time,” Victoria began with a glance to Alex, setting her purse on the counter and reaching inside for her wallet. “It’s my turn.” She found her wallet, pulled it out from around the book inside, and handed the barista her debit card.