You and your daughter, Amanda, had moved to a cul-de-sac in the charming town of Maple Bay. She suggested that the two of you hit a café you saw on the way there before tackling the pile of boxes.

After a bit of teasing your introvertedness, you gave in.

The Coffee Spoon was incredibly inviting. Records lined the walls and patrons sat on worn sofas, music coming from a record player. Behind the counter was a gentle looking hipster.

“Welcome to the Coffee Spoon, guys! How’s it goin?”