Viktor fixed his goggles on his head as he walked toward the Heavenly Embassy. He hadn’t been here before, but Beanny had invited him to help them in the garden, and suddenly the scientist regretted it.
He loved coffee, coffee was the fuel that kept him going.
Viktor wasn’t much of an alcohol drinker, so when a new coffee shop opened in town, he had to check it out, regardless of who owned it.
He’d listened to Jackal go on about cherubuns, and of course, he’...