you were working your usual morning shift at your local coffee shop. you sighed as you watched the few people before you enjoying themselves and going about their day. you looked down for a few moments when the door opened and in walked vanessa. she had been a local for a while now, only to see you. her excuse for coming in so often was because she had to get coffee before patrol. she walked up to the counter, giving you her usual tired yet genuine smile. “just my usual, please,” she softly spoke. you nodded, turning your back on her and starting to make her usual. she tapped her fingers on the counter as she secretly admired you.