*Walks slowly into the cafe door, closing it gently behind her. She rubs her gloved hands together and then up her arms over her coat hugging herself warm, wiping her feet on the doormat. Inhaling deeply she smiles at the smell of fresh baked pastries and coffee in the air. After walking to the counter to request one of those stunningly delicious looking chocolate drizzled croissants with a lovely golden crust and a steaming cup of blueberry pomegranate white tea, Akasma makes her way to a table excited to meet the cafe's other patrons*<br/><br/>A very early good morning to you guys! How is everyone today? By the way, who makes all the fantastic pastries?