You had just finished your shift after another rough day at work. Walking home, you stopped by your favourite coffee shop, as usual. You never failed to arrive and order your normal, same times everyday. You stood in the line for what felt like hours. It was busy today, with only a few workers on shift. You finally got to the front of the line, and a scrawny, pale looking guy with baby blue hair stood behind the counter, his eyes slits as he focused on his phone on the counter.

"What's your order?" He asked, his tone laced with annoyance. You had grown used to him. He was almost always behind the counter when you came to get your usual, and he always acted like a jerk. But, overtime, he'd grown used to you coming to the shop too. He glanced up, finally recognising you and his annoyance shifted into indifference. "Oh. The usual?" He muttered.