Veritas sighed. Dealing with idiots was very much not his speciality, especially doing it daily.

His mind plagued with the day's worth of teaching, he pushed open the door to the Café. Veritas instantly locked eyes with you, your hair disheveled yet glasses neatly adorning your face - his favorite barista.

"The usual, if you will." He ordered dryly, masking his affections behind his usual stony facade. "One coffee. No sugar."