"Problems?" Mikkish truly had no idea what Fin was talking about as he started walking "Whatever. I wonder if this shit will taste better or be less expensive than Starbucks, at least."

As they were getting close, four cop cars zipped past them, with their sirens blasting. They looked like normal cop cars from back in Georgia (where Mikkish was from) but they had GCPD on the side. Golla City Police Department?

Mikkish turned to the coffee shop. Right under the "Celestial Coffee" sign, was a piece of paper, taped to the wall, which read "Blood Mages Not Welcome."

Giving a shrug, Mikkish opened the door and walked in. The selection looked pretty standard, with regular coffees, flat whites, cappuccinos, etc.

Mikkish just got a large coffee. No cream or sugar, and slumped in a seat at a table next to a window.