Rose stood before the door, clutching her flute case, still hesitating. Did she have time to actually eat something before practice? She glanced at her watch and calculated... Well, the place didn't seem too crowded, so she should be fine. She pushed the door open, starting a little at the little choir of chimes, and headed for the counter. Hmmm... coffee, definitely - and something sweet. She would probably regret it come dinnertime, but dammit, she<em>needed</em>something sweet now. 'Uh... could I have a cup of coffee and a blueberry muffin, please?' Her free hand dipped into her pocket for the usual handful of loose change already.