Rhen parked her bike at the end of the block. The roar of the engine seemed disruptive in the quiet streets. Mornings around here were typically the calm after the storm of the nightlife. None the less, Rhen pulled off her helmet and shook out her hair letting the thick wavy locks fall down her back. She swapped the helmet for her backpack out of the saddle bag and headed towards the small cafe that served her favorite southern omelet.<br/><br/>She loved the corner table that sat just outside the door on the side walk. At this time of the day the sun hit just right giving her a pinch of warmth for comfort while she grazed on her go to meal and sipped her coffee. The best part about this spot what the perfect angle it provided for people watching. Rhen loved people. Coming from such a small town left her amazed by the tourist and locals in this big minded city. There was always something entertaining happening.<br/><br/>The waitress came over to her asking if she wanted her usual things. Rhen smiled politely and complimented the young male server on his memory. It wasn’t only Rhen’s order he remembered. He basically remembered all the “regulars” that came in at this time of day.<br/><br/>Sitting in peace and watching the folks go by. Rhen leaned back, pulled her phone out, and started typing out what she needed to pick up during her visit. Along with basic food items for the kitchen she needed to stock up her herbs and ingredients for her potions and remedies. Teaching the newcomers had run her supplies low.