Daphne quickly checked over the café one more time to make sure everything was ready for opening, all tables were clean, blankets folded, reading nooks ready and all the books in their right spot. It was part of her morning routine, she wouldn’t directly admit it but she’s quite the perfectionist. She looked at the clock on the wall and when the big hand reached the top she turned the sign on the door from closed to open, the Inkwell Café is officially ope...