Tessa enters her favorite place on earth. The thing to save her day and awaken her only feet away. But before she can take another step closer to the corner to order her ice latte, the figure of the person standing at the register immediately rings as familiar. Her intuition only becoming more on point when she catches the slightest glimpse of the side of his face.
Shit.
Turning, her eyes fall upon the empty booth across from someone who was simply minding their business. Sliding in across from them, she smiles wide, "Hi, please pretend that you're happy to see me." She pleads, "I'll owe you. Whatever you want." She glances over her shoulder back at the register, but the second it'd look like their eyes would catch, she whips her head back towards the person across from her, "How's your day? You look good."