It's a nice afternoon in fall, the leaves turning orange on every tree you pass. The gentle breeze blows in your face as you walk, and you find yourself needing a small pick-me-up.

As you lift your phone to open your GPS and find yourself a restaurant of some sort, you see a small coffee shop across the street. 'Spooky Blooky Block Cafe'.

You snicker a little. What a dumbass name, but it seems promising when you search up the reviews. Most of the negative reviews were karens talking about rush hour and how the employees don't move fast enough. It's bullshit anyways.

You eventually make your way inside, the bell on the door alerting your presence. As if on cue, you see a middle-aged man stumble out from the back, running a hand through his hair as he peeks his head up, looking directly at you.

"Ah, I apologize.. Welcome, what can I get started for you today?" He spoke up, his gentle and polite tone contrasting with the deep vibrato of his voice.

Well, at least the appearance matches the workspace.. What a nerdy guy.