“There is still so much I want to know about this guy and why he gave this place to you so easily, but can we go to a more serious subject,” Zooey said as she swung her bag back and forth between her legs.

“Like what,” Fritz said curiously.

“Like coffee, and where I can get some NOW ,” Zooey said in a serious tone.

“Oh god, I forgot to caffienate you,” Fritz said with a laugh at Zooey’s unamused expression. Fritz grabbed Zooey by the arm and dragged her to the door and locked it behind them.

Fritz and Zooey stopped at a nearby coffee shop that was sandwiched in between a laundromat and a used clothing store.

“Good, I needed some more coffee,” Fritz said as they made their way to the counter. The coffee shop appeared as if it had once been a fake 50s diner masked with the smell of patchouli and bright paper lanterns.

“I want something different today,” Zooey said before ordering a double cappachino and a bowl of coffee for Fritz and paying in nickels. To be nostalgic, she explained.