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Coffee shops were a thing. Almost every human on this planet held a cup of it in their hands wherever they went. He wondered if it had been something they needed to survive. For now Loki was merely just passing by, planning to leave for Vanaheim within the next day, but for now he resided within the only Midgardian city he knew. New York, obviously. He had a light disguise, posing as a typical human, his hair was even cut shorter than before, mainly to keep it out of his way. And so in the mean time, he thought he’d try out this ‘coffee’ he had heard so much about.
Loki chose the first building that said ‘coffee shop’ in the name, that was not Starbucks or Dunkin’ Donuts. From what he heard, those were the name brands and they were typically ‘cool’ enough to indulge in. Those who were proper coffee drinkers would sit in a local business and order it by someone they knew personally, for love was a key ingredient. How sentimental. The door jingled when he pushed it open, striding into the foreign place that smelled... rather nice. The seating area seemed rather empty besides a few adolescents staring at screens in the corners.
There was a young woman standing at the counter, looking as if she were bored out of her mind. Perhaps it was one of those slower days, but what was he to know? Maybe he had heard wrong about these places. Loki made his way there, looking at the overhead menu and frowning. The pads of his fingers drummed against the counter top and he sighed.
❝ Tell me what you suggest. I have no idea what any of this is. ❞
