John had finally taken a month off work to visit back home, even though there was no one AT home. He'd decided to start reading at a local shop, and in the midst of his novel, he runs out of his tea. A quick check at the beverage station comes up empty, and he's desperate.

He finds you working at a bookshelf and immediately feels bad when he whispers out a soft, "Ma'am?", and you jump. When you turn around, he smiles guiltily-- perhaps for bothering you.

"Sorry, love.. The uh, the tea is out."