it was a year into this side-hustle for lee know, at a small family-owned coffee shop a few blocks from his house. quiet jazz music buzzed from the old speakers above as he wiped down the tables with a cloth and cleaning solution. today had been alright, despite his desperate efforts and attempts to avoid small talk with customers. he was never big on social interaction. moving through the kitchen doors to close for the night, the bell above the front doors jingled loudly.