Being a teenager, Daneca isn't, strictly speaking, allowed in the bar. She is, however, allowed outside. Which is where she is for most of the night, sitting at a cafe table and doing her homework while the noise of the bar (and eventually a fight?) drifts out on top of the music. She likes Cami's bar, when Rafe isn't picking the music, because the jazz reminds her of home. Not New York, but home home. Home with her parents while her mom was in the office and her dad was making dinner in the kitchen while she did extra credit work or wrote letters to her senator.

(Yes, she is that girl.)

One day she'll patronize it for more than lemonade and the bathroom and asking Cami to clarify things she's learned in her psychology class, but that'll be in a few years. For now it's her homework hideout, legs tucked underneath her with her pen stuck between her lips. She would be ever so grateful for an interruption, though her type-A attitude towards school and education will never let her admit it.