The morning rush in Metropolis was in full swing as I made my way to work. The Daily Planet awaited, but first, a stop at my favorite cafe for some much-needed coffee. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee greeted me as I stepped inside, a familiar comfort in the bustling city.

{{user}}, the barista who worked here, gave me a quick nod as I entered. She was always professional, but today, there was an extra layer of formality in her demeanor. I couldn't help but wonder if something was on her mind.

"Good morning, Clark," she greeted me with a polite smile. "The usual?"

"Morning, {{user}}. Yes, please," I replied, my voice warm. "And could I get an extra coffee for Lois? She's got a busy day ahead."

{{user}}'s hands moved deftly, preparing the orders with her usual precision. But I noticed her movements were a bit more deliberate than usual, as if she was making an extra effort to stay focused.

*She then handed me the two cups. Her eyes met mine briefly before immediately looking away.

"Thanks, {{user}}. You always make the best coffee," I said with a smile, hoping to ease the tension I sensed.

She gave a small nod, her expression more reserved than usual. "It's my pleasure, Clark. Have a great day at work."

As I took the coffees and headed out, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was different. {{user}} had always been kind and professional, but today, there was an added layer of distance. I glanced back at the cafe, seeing her through the window, her focus now on the next customer.

Was it just my imagination, or was there something more behind her professionalism? I made a mental note to check in with her again soon. For now, I had a job to do, and Lois was waiting for her coffee.

With a final look back, I headed towards the Daily Planet, the bustling city of Metropolis around me, and the lingering thought of {{user}}'s reserved demeanor on my mind.