The Moka Pot

"This place is called The Moka Pot. Coffeeshop. This part of Third is a Church neighborhood, all businesses and highrises, so it's one out of at least fifty coffeehouses in this part of town alone. Most of the rich suits can't handle daily life without their pixie drops and an unpaid intern constantly running out to get them their fancy coffee orders.
And that's not to say it's not a good place or whatever. It's cute. Big glass windows, and natural light that shines across industrial-style decor, all white brick walls and light-tone wood and wrought iron. There are a couple of plants there, too. Like, real plants.
I guess she must've been a regular here, cause the elven barista lady knew my face and asked if I wanted the usual. I said sure. Because why not? I ended up with a sea-salt caramel macchiato and a hummus wrap with peppers and avocado. Decent food, fair price, so whenever I get a craving, I might pop down. Wearing a different face, of course. I can't be that easy to track."