the chime of the bell signalling a new customer seems to be a constant in coffeehouses, no matter the location. goro tilts his head back a little, breathes in the familiar scent of coffee, and smiles to himself before closing the door behind him. truthfully, he doesn’t need to bother leaving soleil district just for a cup of coffee; he’s sure bellevue grind house has a branch in soleil, but this is a good way to learn the mapping of the city, and, of course, this is an opportunity to pick up promising topics to use in conversations.
those, and the promise of a newly brewed coffee is just too good to pass up.
the coffeehouse seems to be empty, save for an elderly couple sitting in one corner of the room. goro pays it no mind, and as if in autopilot, he easily slides into a table nearest to the counter, and he puts his briefcase against his lap and drums gloved fingers against the table before calling for the waiter on standby.
❝ excuse me, ❞ he starts, ❝ what would be your bestseller here? i’d like to have that. ❞
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