Scheherazade (Sherry to her friends) made a habit of going to get a coffee and at least some form of pastry on Sunday mornings. Dance practice lasted a few hours, and she needed the energy. Her mind had been on that strange viral marketing app on her phone, and she kept staring at the screen, even when it was on standby. She sighed a deep breath as she found herself an open seat by herself, slinging her bag into the space next to her. It contained all of her equipment for dance practice. She waved to people who walked by, many of whom recognized her from school. She was a fairly popular face around the campus, after all. It made sense that she'd turn a few heads when she walked by. But her gaze kept turning back to her phone, at that's where it was when someone eventually showed up at her table to take her order.