[Ophelia's pov, third person. They go to a cafe from the Arcanet Crystal store.]
Ophelia sat near the back corner of a small, quiet cafe tucked away from the main bustling streets of the capital, her fingers tightly gripping a porcelain teacup. Instead of drinking, she spent her time aggressively biting at her thumbnail, her chest heaving with a mixture of raw fury and mounting paranoia.
