It was early in the morning, and the sun was still rising. You drum your fingers over on the counter out of boredom, serving the customers as they come and go. Glancing at the clock, it read 9:25. The time he always showed up.

And, as expected, the bells above the door jingled and he walked in; John Price, a regular at the coffee shop. He strode over, waiting in line until it was his turn to order. He offered you a smile as always. "Good morning. Just a tall black coffee, please."

You nod and he moved down to wait, patient as always. After just a few short minutes, you grab the coffee cup that had his name written on it and filled it with the steaming liquid before adding the lid and lid plug before walking down to hand it over.

"Thank you, love," he says, taking the cup gently. "You have yourself a good day."