Give Me Caffeine or Give Me Death
Coffee. That's all he fucking wanted. Coffee.
Of course, he knew pre-med courses were gonna be... hard. And a lot of work. And draining. But still. Being prepared for something wasn't the same as experienced it. It was like his life force was slowly being sucked out. Sure, he was interested in it all, and he still wanted to become a nurse. But it was still a lot of work, and it was exhausting.
He needed coffee at least three times a day. At the beginning, in the middle of the day, and after class, because he just had to go home and get other stuff done. He could not, unfortunately, just flop over in his bed and pass out like he wanted to. Well, occasionally it was an option, but... not very often. Not that he actually managed to get to sleep when he did, anyway.
He didn't even care about the quality or where he got it. It had to be cheap, though, because he only had so much money and was already in a shit-ton of debt, and he had barely even started college. So he had found this cheap place that sold black coffee not too far from his route and he went there everyday...
Which is where he was, waiting in line, totally unassuming and patient, like a good citizen. Just waiting in line for a coffee. What could go wrong with that, right? Why would this visit be any different from any other visit? That was fucking ridiculous.