Tim enters the coffee shop, massaging his temples. The last time he slept more than an hour to two? He didn't know. Everything was getting in the way. He always pushed himself to the limit, that's how he worked.

Sleep was for the weak, anyway.

Today, though, he had an exam. An important one that he swore to Bruce he would make a good grade on.

So, here he was, prepared to order as much caffeine in one coffee as was legally allowed.

He was second in line now, and it seemed the person in front of him had the same idea.