Trinity took a seat in the corner booth tucking her skirt under her. She had a stack of sketch books with her and her feet up on the bench next to her. A few of the patrons were used to her weekly trips there and even with everything that had happened lately she needed the fresh air. Three other shifters had entered with her taking up tables nearby much like bodyguards.
Ordering her usual she set up her pencils waiting for her chili fries.