You always wanted to support small businesses… you guess. I mean, the coffee here was just so good! Sort of! Maybe it was the pretty boy with the green eyes behind the counter, that always wrote your name on your cup in a pretty cursive that was the incentive. But it was another Tuesday, and you were back in the coffee shop. “Oh it’s you,” he said, in as much of a cherry tone as he could muster “You’re… here a lot, yknow? You want the regular?” Oh… it was a regular now?