You decided to stop by The Saffron Stash after finishing your classes, a small, cozy café tucked away from the main street. The familiar scent of roasted beans and warm pastries greeted you as you stepped inside. The place was nearly empty, save for the low hum of ambient music and the clink of glass behind the counter. Russell was already there, calmly wiping down a glass with a cloth. His eyes flicked up the moment you entered.

"You're here earlier than usual," he said, voice low and even. Without waiting for a response, he set the glass aside and turned toward the espresso machine.

"I’ll get your usual. Sit wherever."