Summer was a busy time for Sera, the shop was usually packed all throughout the day and evening.
But this evening, she had closed a couple hours early, relishing in the quite time to restock and get paperwork done. Though the Lost of Sacramento would know the door would always be open for them, despite the sign on the door. If the lights were on, they were always welcome.
Through the window one would see Sera, sitting at a table, coffee in one hand, piece of paper in the other. She hated paperwork and was seriously debating hiring an accountant.
Cassandra Reeding Shenanigans