There’s this cafe on the West Side called The Grey Dog’s Coffee. Some time  ago, I got really into drawing it, involved in so many of the stupid details, all the clutter. I ended up being one of the last people there that night as they were closing, and the girl that was there took a bit of a breather. I threw her into the sketch at the last minute, and it made drawing so much more intimate. That was a couple years ago. I had always meant to color it. Anyway, finally got around to it.