Richard Campbell Gansey III waits in line for coffee at the local cafe. Lots of coffee. At least four cups of coffee, two of them for himself. It's a study break for him and his at the library, where they've been nose-to-page for the last three hours, reading up on Darrow. Looking to see if she has any ley lines, and if so, where her ley lines are hiding.

When the barista finally loads up a cup carrier for him, he's turned and rushing out the door quickly, eager to get back to work. So eager that he nearly mows down some poor kid right outside the door as he bolts out.

"My lord," Gansey says, startled and apologetic. "I'm sorry! Didn't see you coming."