@anvchronism || liked for a starter
There was this coffeeshop that she frequented. So much so that most of the workers knew her order before she did. Consistency helped, she supposed. She visited the place sometimes multiple times a day, but today she just needed to get out of her apartment. She'd grabbed a book and her laptop (in case she wanted to be that person), heading out to it. As she walked into the place, she approached the counter, which was free of a line for once. She wasn't even looking up. "Candace, can I get my usual hazelnut coffee with Irish creamer?" Then she looked up. "Wait, you're not Candace."











