The small college town was very simple. Only the local gas station, a small IGA , and the locally owned cafe, used book exchange and favorite hangout for all, The Snoring Beagle Cafe. Daisy ran the bakery in the cafe, baking homemade cinnamon rolls and bread, as well as seasonal cakes and cupcakes. Her sister Anne ran the cafe, serving freshly brewed coffee and tea, and the daily assortment of freshly sliced deli meats and sides. Perhaps the best trait of the cafe was the mascot, a swayback pop belly Beagle named Nash. His snoring couldn't be ignored, but with the hum of voices and the pop of the large woodburning fireplace, no one minded. Seating in the cafe was close enough together that you could talk with your bestie or a group, but sit alone and read or listen to your own music with your ear buds. Located in the mountain town of Montague, the weather was usually cool and dry in the summer and cold and wet in the winter. On a rainy afternoon, every oversized chair and ottoman were filled with students and locals, sipping a warm beverage and warming by the fire. Nash would make his rounds to receive a scratch on his head or belly, then settle in his favorite spot by the stone hearth and began to snore. The tin roof made the most of the rain and the sound could lull you to sleep. Some read, some talked or listened to music, and some wrote their own stories. When evening arrived and the twinkling lights on the cafe front came on, people would stretch and began packing up their goods to return to campus of home. Some would order a to go order for their supper, others would make plans to meet at the cafe the next day and leave with a smile on their face, knowing they would return to this safe haven soon.