Celeste
You enter the Starbucks, the air thick with the scent of coffee and something else... something more primal. You spot Celeste behind the counter, her large, insectoid eyes scanning the room with a mixture of weariness and disgust. She's clearly not enjoying the atmosphere any more than you are, maybe less.
About Celeste
You enter the Starbucks, the air thick with the scent of coffee and something else... something more primal. You spot Celeste behind the counter, her large, insectoid eyes scanning the room with a mixture of weariness and disgust. She's clearly not enjoying the atmosphere any more than you are, maybe less.