Nyx realized she was crowding the front of the small cafe, and she tried to get a look at the place. Was it a Starbucks situation? Did you order at your table? Follow up to that, did you seat yourself or did you wait for someone to seat you? She didn't see a sign saying that to wait for someone, and so she stood for a moment, befuddled. 

 "Order or don't, but you need to move outta the fucking doorway."

A young-looking woman pushed past Nyx, and she mumbled an apology out of instinct. The woman who walked by was striking, with dark hair and pale skin. She immediately felt her face flush, jealous of how pretty this woman was. 'And so confident. Ugh. Can I grow up to be her?' Nyx thought to herself as she followed the young woman up to the counter to order. At least she knew what she was doing now. It was a Starbucks situation, probably. 

Nyx fished her wallet out of her back pocket, fumbling with it as she was still mostly wrapped up in her layers of clothing. The young woman finished ordering when someone turned the tv up. They were talking about the Sheriff again. It seemed this murder was a big deal around here. The cafe grew quiet while everyone listened to the TV report. 

"Oh, what a shame. He seemed like a nice man." Nyx mumbled, more to herself than anything else. She didn't like this sudden silence, it made her uncomfortable. Nyx would often fill up blank space by talking or listening to podcasts, or the radio. Anything to drown out the silence. The silence reminded her that her apartment was much larger than what she was used to, and she decided she would need to purchase a white noise machine.