She heads to the cafe.

Chelsea follows her. It doesn't take long for them to get to the cafe. Chelsea smiles at Rim, "I think I'm just gonna get my regular."

She nods and heads up to the counter, examining the menu. She seems a lot more confident here than with the receptionist at the pet rescue.

Chelsea follows Rim to the counter. When it's her turn she orders a hot chocolate.

(Good night)

Something odd catches her eye. This cafe doesn't serve a strawberry mocha. Yet that's what the redhead was drinking, from this cafe.

Chelsea raises an eyebrow and thought that the red head might make his own or get it from somewhere else while reusing the cup. It wasn't uncommon for a plastic cup to be reused.

That's likely the case, but it's still odd he went to the effort to replicate the font of the little printed labels that come with the cup, just to tell people he's drinking a strawberry mocha. It does sound tasty, but it seems like a lot of energy for something so simple and so easily unnoticed.

Chelsea frowns slightly trying to figure it out. She would focus more on this mystery later but for now she would spend time with Rim.

Rim gazes at her curiously. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm just trying to figure out where the red head we saw earlier got the strawberry mocha."