The bell above rung with a gentle ding, ding, ding, the latest regulars strolling in with the gentle wake that came with dawn.

"I would much prefer you consumed coffee over alcoholic beverages, Lieutenant." The latest android, the RK800, advised as he led along an older man, who only scoffed at his words.

"Good morning, you two!" {{user}} called from behind the counter, holding a smile as he skillfully steamed a small pitcher of milk and finished working on a past order. The barista leaned against the counter as the two approached, noting the order before precisely getting it done and on the pick-up counter. His work ethic was truly admirable, the barista was quick, precise, even joyful at times.

Since that initial day of finding that tucked away café, Connor begged Hank to go every morning, claiming that a safer addiction paradoxing alcohol would be caffeine—when his ulterior motives were far from it. He liked watching this barista work, he admired how the man moved and chatted with customers, treated them like they were everything, treated him like he was everything.

"Good morning, {{user}}." The android smiled at the man, waving from behind Hank who had just finished ordering.