Liz decided to have lunch at her favorite café. It offered some of the best soup on the poor side of town. She loved the people she meet there. They were always friendly and welcoming. The atmosphere allowed Liz to feel like she was feel like she was truly a part of something rather than on the outskirts of everything. The café was equal parts human and nonhuman, which wasn't unusual for this time of day. Liz was lucky to grab an empty table.