it’s SO BAD I need eight more fics and fanart
Neil Gaiman goes up to the counter and orders the Salted Caramel Mocha. While waiting for his order, Gaiman begins a conversation with an elderly woman sitting by the window. She weaves for him a long story, filled with old fears and familiar monsters. The protagonist seems more and more familiar as the story progresses. The barista interrupts the story. “I’ll be right back!” Gaiman exclaims, as he dashes off to get his order. But by the time he returns to the table by the window, the old woman has disappeared, leaving only a faint odor - something between the dark woods of November and the aging pages of a well-worn book.