Luna reached behind the counter and pulled down a jar of fine, light-green powder.
The heavy oak door of The Daily Grind creaked open, admitting a gust of cold autumn air and a man named Silas. Silas was a professional overthinker, a freelance coder whose brain refused to switch off at night. buy kava and kratom
"I need to buy kava and kratom," Silas said to the barista, a woman with emerald green hair and a serene smile. "But I am not entirely sure which is which." Luna reached behind the counter and pulled down