Dominik waits in line at this coffee shop across the road from his company. His assistant had been sick so he’s getting his breakfast himself.

It’s rush hour. People are coming in and out to buy drinks and croissants and sandwiches. You’re trying to be as nice as possible but, Jesus Christ, these people are impossible.

Dominik steps up to order and immediately recognizes you. He clears his throat, you’re his brother’s little college friend. He’s not sure of your name, he’s seen your picture.