The coffee shop was a small two-story building on the edge of the campus, was open all hours, and went mostly unnoticed by the majority of the students. Its clientele was mostly paranormals who visited the college; werewolf lecturers, vampires going to night classes, the occasional ghoul or banshee, and a couple of local cryptids. Sometimes a ‘normal’ person would walk in and get a few odd looks with their drink, but they never became regulars.

Joanne had been going there for nearly seven years. She had already graduated, but still enjoyed the sense of community the coffee shop had,

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