the coffee shop was bustling with orders. You hurried around trying desperately to finish all the orders. It was rush hour. The soft lights of the shop bounced on your face, making you seem like your were glowing. A group of men walk in. One of the smaller guys looked at you. They all had motorcycle helmets on, their bikes all parked outside. He nervously walked up to you as he friends nudged each other, staring at him. “Umm….hi. Can I order?”