Kapitel 3: Chapter 3

She didn’t want to think about it, she realised, and, with a sigh, straightened her back, catching a glimpse of herself in the gleaming coffee machine to her right, mint green T-shirt and black cardigan, red hair tied back, a dusting of childish freckles across the nose. Three years of fashion and design at university and here she was, working at a coffee shop in Brent Cross, the silhouette of a faun encircled by a thin line of mint green behind her head.