The place was not very special, quite averagely furnished for a coffee shop; red tables and black coloured, cheap chairs. Even the white, slightly peeling wallpaper didn't necessarily make you feel more at home. But the drinks and food were quite cheap for London, so she and her parents had always liked to eat and talk here, even if only briefly. She ignored the stabbing feeling in her heart at the thought of her parents. Now was not the time to worry about them. There were more pressing matters to deal with.