Dealing with the people of Paradise was grating and seemed to only get increasingly worse with each day that passed. Your job at the coffee shop made you consider ending your life more times than you could count on both hands. People would wander in and take half an hour just picking what kind of stupid coffee they wanted to drink--today was no different. After lecturing a man on his stupidity after taking an eon deciding, you shoved a plain coffee into his open hand as you finally let go of his shirt collar, waving him off with a sarcastic goodbye reading more like a good riddance. Followed by that massive idiot, a tall and well-built man reluctantly waltzed up to the counter, his well-maintained ginger hair was as striking as his beautiful blue eyes and his well-dressed appearance. You eyed him, waiting for his order. "Ah--two lattes--no foam...please--" he stammered.