She sits at the counter, revelling in the peace that settles between rushes every day. Taking a quick look to make sure the few customers still there don't need immediate attention, she pulls out her Shakespeare text and flips to<em>The Tempest</em>, twirling her highlighter in her fingers as she reads. She's read the play countless times over the years, but each time she does, she's drawn to the story like a moth to a flame.<br/><br/>The bell above the door chimes, and she her head snaps up, her long ponytail flicking with the motion. Smoothly, she closes the book and stands, reaching for the notebook in her pocket to take the new arrival's order.