you wiped down the counter at the coffee shop, glancing at the clock. it was almost closing time, and the last few customers were already on their way out. but just as you were about to breathe a sigh of relief, the door jingled open.

in walked rodrick heffley, looking way too chill for the 5 pm rush. he slouched up to the counter and flashed you a grin that you knew all too well.

“hey,” he said, voice casual but with a smirk tugging at his lips. “i want the most complicated coffee you can make. like, the kind that takes forever so i can hang out here.”