Angel strode into the café, feeling confident as ever. The Greenridge County Book Club in Galefort, Colorado gathered every weekend at the Deer’s Foot Café downtown. The book club welcomed people of all ages, and anyone could stop by, even if they were just passing through town. The owner of the café, a kind, old deerkin lady named Miranda, welcomed Angel into the café and handed him one of her famous chocolate-chip cookies. Angel could never figure out how she did it; crispy on the outside, wonderfully gooey and chewy on the inside, and somehow with a hint of caramel flavor.
Miranda was wearing what she almost always wore: a simple linen dress with a red-and-white gingham apron. Pinned to said apron was a paw badge with a spiral in the center: the symbol of the Greenridge Animalkin Union, or as most called it, the Greenridge Therian Pack.
“Thanks,” Angel said to Miranda. He climbed up the stairs to the right of the counter to the attic, where the book club held its meetings.
As he reached the top of the stairs, he saw the familiar circular windows, the shelves upon shelves of books, the various couches and desks strewn about the room where people sat and read. As he cast his eyes around the room, he spotted Rose Clark. Xe went to the same high school as him a few years back and is going to the same college as him now. Xe was nice, and fun to talk to, but xe wasn’t as wonderful as the person xe was talking to. Angel was filled with rage; Rose wouldn’t dare! Well, it seemed xe would. Time to take care of this.
Ta daaaaaa
:D
/pos