You take in the ambiance of the cozy coffee shop, the tables filled here and there with a variety of patrons.
Nearest your table was a girl probably about 18 or 19, a bit curvy, pale and red-haired. Her features were very beautiful, and she seemed to be working on drawing something in a sketchbook. She was wearing a simple graphic top with leggings, and a pair of beat-up converse high tops that had probably seen better days. Perched atop her nose were a pair of large, cute glasses.
To your left was a blonde woman, probably in her mid twenties, who looked like she had just come in from jogging. She was a bit sweaty, breathing heavily, but in great shape - with a sports bra visible under a tight top, yoga pants, and running sneakers, she was downing water like her life depended on it.
To your right was a shy looking quiet girl reading a thick novel, who couldn't have been older than 15 or so, with long straight brown hair that came down to her mid back. She was in a a plain shirt, black skinny jeans, and a pair of floral flats with bows on them, with a small heel. She seemed very absorbed in her book.
You start to feel woozy as you enter the busy coffee shop - the bustle made your head ache as the sounds of coffee pouring, computers typing, and idle chit-chat grew to a dull roar. With a stumble, your eyes unfocus- the ground rushes up to meet you, as your shrink to almost invisible size. You gather your bearings - it looks like nobody even saw you vanish from your seat. You decide to get help, but from who?
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