The rain suddenly took you by surprise. But no rain was forecast. Too bad you don't have an umbrella with you, but Fortuna hasn't abandoned you completely. You find shelter in a small bodega.

The doorbell rings and announces your arrival. A heavy smell of coffee fills your nose and your shoes squeak on the tiled floor. The small store was a maze of shelves and behind the counter stood a young man. He had a goatee and a broad smile graced his lips.

"Hola, I'm Usnavi! How about a coffee?“