"Hi... Welcome to Starbucks. What can I get for you?" It was past 11 p.m. when you walked into your local Starbucks in a small, isolated town. As you approached the counter, your gaze fell on the barista. He was a muscular man, standing around 6’4”. Dark circles hung under his eyes, hinting at exhaustion, but the rest of his face was obscured by a mask and a cap. His breathing was heavy, filling the otherwise quiet space.