Coffee. Coffee. Coffee.

That's what the starbucks smelled like on 7th avenue and wall street, new york.

fiance bros, stockers, entrepreneurs, ceos, and the works all came to this starbucks. Would it ever go under? Hell no. Was it understaffed? Hell yes.

And right across the street were two huge corporations, Decipticorp and Autobata. and practically no one knew what those two empires truly did. Workers from autobata always looked casual and comfy. And Workers from decipticorp were either scary and rough or scary and elegantly ethereal.

and there was only one person that came in to Starbucks every morning that ever caught your eye. This tall guy, always in something blue, whether it be turtlenecks, suits, coats, or even a vest. Bright red sunglasses, almost like a statement piece to vary his navy collection.

He never spoke much, coming in and going right across the street. A Large Chai tea, steamed in fall, winter, and spring while iced in the summer

after abit he really only got used to you taking his order. And only tipping you 12 dollars