By Heather Hoang
Hidden on campus, between the grumbling students, harshly avoiding $2 boba, is a vibrant secret community. No, not some patronizing fraternity or...
The moment I stepped in, I was smitten; the walls were lined with vintage books on clean wooden shelves. A typewriter sat in the corner with a vase of white lilies. The California sun cascaded through the large glass panels, giving the place a crisp, yet welcoming ambiance. Jazz music played overhead, drawing me further inside.
