Roaming through the streets of Detroit, you see a small shop hidden between the other businesses.  The tiny brick building is slightly concealed, you just happen to notice Coffee Shop written on the door.  You peer into the large glass window and see mafioso drinking coffee.  A few on their second cup, still half asleep, others huddled in the corner discussing private business.  Some are almost jittery, making you question what is in the coffee.  As you enter the shop, the smell of fresh pastries invades your senses.

A large counter sits directly in front of you, Scarlett standing behind it making coffee.  A display case with various baked goods sits at the end, and a menu above the counter.  Taking a look around, you see a multiple booths lining the shop and a few seats at the counter.  The shop has everything you could want, from cookies and cakes, to doughnuts and croissants.  A variety of coffee drinks are available, ranging from plain black coffee to cappuccino.  If you need a little extra kick, Scarlett is known to hide a bottle of whiskey under the counter. 

Scarlett looks up and smiles as you decide where to sit.

Welcome.  Please have a seat anywhere.

Boyarsky stumbles into the Detroit coffee shop, he takes a gander before getting ready to order, even though he had no idea what he really wanted, he just wanted to get away from the sun for a bit so figured he would have to order something if he was going to sit down for a bit.

"I'd like a few chocolate chip cookies and a black coffee, please."

He didn't even like coffee but he sure enjoyed cookies.

Scarlett walks out of the kitchen and sees someone walking in.  She looks up and smiles as she notices Boyarsky at the counter. 

"What can I get for you?"

She listens to his order and grabs some fresh baked cookies from the case.  She pours a cup of coffee and slides it towards him.

I just made the cookies this morning.  Enjoy!

He picks up his cup of coffee and smells the cookies, his eyes opening wide from the amazing smell.

"They both look and smell amazing, thank you."

Boyarsky walks over and finds himself a cozy little table as he starts chewing on a cookie, and it was divine and clearly made with lots of joy.

He then sips slowly on the coffee, clearly prefering the delicious cookies.

Knusprig aims and pulls the trigger. A loud bang pierces the afternoon atmosphere in Detroit. The man in front of him falls over like a sack of flour and remains motionless. Knusprig quickly disassembles the gun into its component parts and runs off. Again and again he throws gun parts into trash cans and bushes. Siren wails. He knew that this would not be an easy job. He keeps running, past apartment buildings and stores. Then he sees two police cars in the distance. He quickly turns left and rushes into a small building.

The doorbell rings as he enters. Knusprig is almost knocked out by the smell of freshly brewed coffee and fine baked goods. Sweaty, he walks to the counter.

She looks up and sees Knusprig walk into the shop.  He kept looking out the window, acting a little shady.  She just shakes her head as he walks up to the counter.  Who knows what kind of trouble these mobsters got in to, she preferred not to ask.   

"Hello there, how are you?  Can I get you anything?"

Boyarsky returned to the Detroit coffee shop, figuring he would try something new today, he walked up to the counter, tilting his glasses down with a smile on his face.

"Howdy, I'd like two donuts and a cappuccino today."

He stands there adjusting his glasses.

Scarlett makes more coffee and looks around.  Finally she has a few customers.  She looks up and smiles brightly as Boyarsky walks in. 

"Hello again!"

She puts two donuts on a plate and pours a cappuccino, sliding both towards him.

"On the house, enjoy."

Boyarsky smiles happily as he hears the donuts and cappuccion is on the house, it must have been his lucky day or something like that.

"Thank you kindly, how are you and how is business?"

He stands there eating one of the donuts, cause stepping away mid question would be rather rude. The donuts were amazing and he didn't just think that since they were on the house.

Knusprig looks a bit paranoid out of the window, which also seems to have been noticed by the shopkeeper. After the police cars have raced past and the siren can only be heard in the distance and then not at all, he first studies the display and then turns to Scarlett_Rose. Knusprig wipes the sweat from his forehead with a cloth and orders a double espresso with a glass of water and a croissant.

"I'm fine so far, thank you. I had a pretty, shall we say, exciting job to do today. How are you?"

She makes the espresso and slides it towards Knusprig.  Grabbing a croissant and putting on a plate, then filling a glass with water, she places them in from of him.  She smiles and nods, knowing how exciting this life can be.

"I'm pretty good, a little quiet today."

She points to a booth in the back, slightly hidden from the door. 

"You can uh, hideout back there if you want."

She leans on the counter and smiles at @Boyarski, pointing to the seats at the counter.

"Have a seat.  Business has been slow, but we just opened.  I'm doing great though."

She looks at the window as multiple cop cars fly by, wondering who they were looking for. 

"How are you?"

Boyarsky takes a seat and a sip of his cappuccino, smiling.

"I'm glad to hear it, I think business will pick up soon."

He bites into the last donut before answering.

"I'm super, thanks for asking."

She pours herself a cup of coffee, and dumps some of the mystery liquid from the flask under the counter.  Drinking at work never hurt anyone. 

"I hope it will pick up, a little too quiet for me."

She walks to the display case and steals a cookie for herself.

While Scarlett_Rose isn't looking Boyarsky slides some money under his plate as a nice surprise for later.

"The baked goods are amazing and the coffee is good, so people will flock here shortly."

With that he sneaks out onto the next adventure.

Scarlett looks up and sees Boyarsky walking out the door.  She enjoyed talking to him, and hoped he would visit again soon.  She starts cleaning up his dishes and notices the extra money hidden under the plate.  She shakes her head and smiles, that was very nice of him. 

She heads the back to check on the cookies she put in the oven, then refills her coffee.

A few minutes have now passed and the situation seems to have calmed down. Knusprig is sitting in a booth in the back of the coffee shop. He wipes the crumbs of the croissant from his shirt, drinks the water glass empty and goes back to Scarlett_Rose. The charming owner stands behind the counter with a cake tray full of fragrant cookies and gives Knusprig a hearty smile. He pays for what he has consumed and leaves the store.

SuperBee walks in after pulling in a good haul at the local casino here in Detroit... 

I'll take something dark roasted, strong and no sugar or funny stuff. 

SuperBee throws $100,000 at Scarlett_Rose and thanks them for the cup

     After a walk through Chalmers Park Char had a plan in mind and was determined on seeing it done but as he walked by the coffee shop he couldn't help but catch a wiff of that hauntingly delicious aroma. He stopped in his tracks and made his way inside and quickly glanced over the menu already knowing he'd be ordering the same thing he always gets. Char got in line and waited patiently as he went over the plan he'd recently gotten stuck in his head. Once he made it to the counter he smiled at the woman behind it and politely asked "Can I get a cup of French Roast black. Thanks.". After she took his order he slid a $50 across the counter and told her to keep the change. He took a seat at one of the tables and waited for his coffee and once it arrived he thanked them for the cup. 

     Char pulled the cup closer to himself as he leaned over it to take a nice sniff before letting out a sigh of joy at how wonderful it smelled. He lifted the cup and took a few sips of it enjoying the full flavor of the rich dark coffee. Smiling he set the cup down and looked out the window at the people going by and missing out on this small pleasure. Char hung around another 15 minutes taking his time to enjoy his coffee while hammering out the details for his earlier idea before finishing up. He slipped anothe $10 under his cup for the server and made his way out the door a smile on his face and a fantastic idea on his mind. 

There was nothing like a cup of coffee to shake the early morning grogginess. Waylon entered the shop with that goal in mind. He approached the barista and smiled before setting his eyes on the menu options above. There was a nice selection of pastries to choose from and they all sound yummy. "Good morning!" Waylon said before ordering, "Could I have a cup of black coffee and..." his eyes wandered back onto the menu. "...And two doughnuts please" Waylon finished.