Side Table

[Administrator]

Perfect for one or two people. Though it can fit four comfortably.

[Roisin Dubh]

Roisin raised her steaming cup of coffee to her lips and took a tentative sip, shuddering lightly as the dark brew made its way over her tongue. Though she preferred a good, strong cup of tea, she had developed a taste for coffee since arriving in New York, however, the first sip still caught her of guard every time. Grinning slightly at her own foolishness, she turned the page of her book, easily getting caught up in the story though she had read it several times before. Out of the three books that she owned, Wuthering Heights was by far her favorite, and each time she read it, she found herself hopelessly lost on the windswept English moors.

Some time later, a loud burst of laughter caught her attention and she looked up, casting a brief but annoyed glance towards the large party towards the front of the shop. But it was the lengthening shadows outside the window, however, that held her gaze, and she frowned as she realized that once again she had lingered too long and had a fine walk in the dark to look forward to. Rolling her eyes in exasperation, she wondered how many times she would do this before she would learn to leave after the first cup and finish up her reading back at the lodging house. Though Queens was far from being the most dangerous borough, a girl alone at night was asking for trouble no matter where in the city she was, and though Roisin was confident that she could handle herself should she have to, there was no sense asking for it either. Still, it was almost dark now, and would be full dark before she reached the lodge whether she left now or later, and with that thought in mind, she turned back to her book, intent on finishing the chapter.