Cafe du Monde. Even just a mention of the name brought forth a swell of memories. The first time she'd been to New Orleans to meet his family and they'd stopped by the cafe for coffee after a long night of dancing. When they'd waited in line for beignets on Christmas Eve morning to take back to the rest of the house. They were some of the best memories she had.

"Thanks, sugar," she murmured as she passed him and stepped into the shop, breathing in deep to savor the rich scent of fresh brewed coffee in the air. "Lord, I've missed this."