“ Good morning. Grisham made your usual. “

Griselle smiled and placed down a cup infront of you before returning to her post next to the truck.

You looked up to see Grisham smiling softly at you— He even gave you a little wave!

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When you were sipping your drink, Grisham left the inside of the truck and slipped into the seat across from you.

“ Good morning— You were four minutes late today. I hope your drink is still to your liking… “

Grisham looked at the table and twiddled his thumbs.

“ Ah— It.. is still a good drink. Right??? Nice and hot? “

Grisham asked nervously— Almost like he was hanging off of your very reaction.