Meetings (Damon/open)

[Damon Fay]

Walking into the small cafe Damon looked around. It was homey and comfortable, just how he liked it. He didn't go into big and busy restraunts because it felt like they wanted you in and out, and all they wanted was your money. But places like this made you feel welcome, and he would much rather spend his money on places that actually cared about him as a person.

Taking a seat in an empty booth, Damon tapped his fingers on the hard wood table. He had just moved to Mars and he hadn't met anyone yet. Ordering a latte, he stared out the window and sighed.
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