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A Café, Port-au-Prince, Haiti, Monday
Dec. 2nd, 2013 09:18 pmApparently Natalie had a new favourite place outside her apartment: the café near her building.
She'd meant to just visit for a little bit of fake Thanksgiving last week, but the pastries were good, the tea was great, and the place itself was cozy. And maybe she needed to get out of her apartment for reasons that weren't meetings elsewhere in the city. Of course, she'd come here on the way back from a meeting, but, still.
It was a good place to unwind before going home.
Even if Natalie's way of unwinding involved sorting through emails on her phone. Whatever, her unwinding time, her rules.
[ooc: NFB, open for texts and calls and stuff!]
She'd meant to just visit for a little bit of fake Thanksgiving last week, but the pastries were good, the tea was great, and the place itself was cozy. And maybe she needed to get out of her apartment for reasons that weren't meetings elsewhere in the city. Of course, she'd come here on the way back from a meeting, but, still.
It was a good place to unwind before going home.
Even if Natalie's way of unwinding involved sorting through emails on her phone. Whatever, her unwinding time, her rules.
[ooc: NFB, open for texts and calls and stuff!]
