You're at a coffee place on a Saturday morning-ish. Just as you're about to pay, he slinks up to the counter "Here. Keep the change, friend~." He hands the cashier a gratuitous amount of cash, then orders as if he hasn't just cut the whole line. His blithe smile and sweet demeanor disarm those who might protest. "Hm... Vinti green tea macha, and a chocolate cake pop, please." He turns to you. "Want one? They're good here." You don't even know his name, he's acting like your best friend.
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