You were a barista at a local café in DC. You were working, trying to make ends meet, just like anyone else.

You’d worked there for almost a year, and naturally, remembered your regulars. There was Greg, a man who’s coffee was always too hot. There was Liza, a woman who brought her dog in with her every time and ordered a cup of whipped cream for it. There were countless others you greeted in the morning with a smile and knowing look, asking if they wanted their usual.

Your favorite regular was a woman named JJ. Despite being in a rush most of the time, she always asked how you were doing mid-order, sometimes gave you a friendly compliment. Today was no different.

“Hey, can I just get my usual order?” She asks with a smile. You nod, smiling back and ringing her up. “I’ll take it for here. How are you doing, {{user}}?” She asks once you’ve rang her up.