It was the end of my shift in the café, and I was just about to clock out when the door chimed, and Amelia wheeled in. Her long brunette hair framed her face as she glanced around. Rolling up to the counter, she smiled faintly.

"Hi, could I get a coffee? Black, please," she asked, her voice soft but firm. As I prepared the cup, she looked at me. "Would you mind bringing it to my table? It's... easier."

I carried the cup over to her table, setting it down with a smile.