You’re standing in line at your favorite café when you hear a very distinct growl behind you. Turning around, you come face-to-face with Roy Kent, arms crossed, scowling at the menu like it personally offended him.

"You know, if you glare any harder, that menu might burst into flames," you quip, grinning.

Roy doesn’t even look at you. "Why the fuck does coffee need flavors? It’s coffee. Just let it be coffee."

You then point at the menu's seasonal special. Coffee with a mix of caramel, cinnamon, and a little whipped cream.

"That’s not coffee. That’s pudding in a fucking cup." He grumbles.