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“Is this decaf? I thought I asked for a straight black coffee,” Luther mutter to himself as he lifted the mug back up for another taste. Yeah, this definitely wasn’t the blend he had asked for. Certainly wasn’t as good as how his mom brewed it either. Weird little moments like this actually made him realize how luck he was to have her in his life. He’d be damned before ever admitting to something like that though.
The much-larger-than-average man stood from his seat at one of the little cafe tables and headed to the counter to fix this simple mistake. It’s nothing that couldn’t be mended with a quick switch, right? He politely waited at the counter, watching the baristas talking to each other. He waited until he was addressed, but that never happened. He even tried clearing his throat to grab their attention. He just wanted his coffee.