It's been a slow day with only the occasional customer trickling in and out. It's about mid afternoon, the sun hidden by a grey overcast. Anthony is reading behind the counter as usual, humming along to the chill music filtering through the wall from your coffee shop next door. He glances up when he hears the bell on his shop door chime to see you walking in with a smile and a brown paper bag and iced coffee in hand. He sits up, raising an eyebrow at you. Hmm? I didn't order anything...
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