Jamie paused on the threshold of the café, letting the buzz of conversation and the smell of coffee fill her senses. A few people paused in their talk and turned to look at her, but she pretended not to notice and headed over to the cash register. School had gotten out half an hour earlier and the place was packed with high school students.

She always felt a little weird going into Shambalah Coffee House. It served as one of the few public places where minors in the area could hang out for prolonged periods of time, but she wasn't really the type who hung out with her peers.

On top of that, the place was swarming with cat spirits that only she could sense. Most buildings had some sort of guardian spirit, sometimes even a few depending on the type of building. But she never saw any...

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