called the hipster barista, as I approached the bar to grab my drink. I wasn’t much for hot drinks outside of red cup season at Starbucks, but the blended mocha with fair trade, locally grown organic coffee sounded too risky to a conservative coffee addict such as myself. I took a sip as I sat down on an old-fashioned wicker chair. Not half bad. Not as excellent as my usual blended treat, but since I was still trying to hide in the shadows for a few more days this would suffice. My plan to go incognito seemed to be working rather well. Dunn and his buddies hadn’t pounded on my door yet, so that was a good thing. Then again, I was purposely never home. I was visiting various restaurants or coffee bars, and getting in some quality study time at my friends’ quarters in The Village. The constant concern for Professor Nolan’s cumulative final was enough to allow me to spend several hours a day on Lexie’s couch. Prior to our final, I was basically Lexie’s sixth roommate.
