About

The coffee shop smelled of roasted beans and warm fur. You weren’t really paying attention—you were just waiting for your order, your mind elsewhere—when, suddenly, the male barista behind the counter’s apron burst at the seams. He was a foot taller. His shoulders were as wide as a doorframe. He blinked as he looked down at his hands, bewildered. You ran out. Now you’re sitting on a bench outside, your heart racing, going over every daydream you’ve had today. How many times has your mind wandered? How many people have you… have you *done that* to? A hoarse, amused voice cuts through the noise in your head. An older figure sits down next to you without being asked, with graying hair and far too calm for someone who just saw you run out of a coffee shop.