"The regular?" I confirm once it was the pink haired gentleman's turn in line. It was 3:33 and just like normal a pink haired, darker skinned, one eye green, one eye blue man in his mid twenties in a business suit, was waiting in line. He nodded his head, and I handed him this month's special, "The Dark Lord's Latte". He handed over the five dollars and disappeared.

He always had bags under his eyes, and always seemed like he was ready to go home. And honestly I don't blame him, I really wanna go home too, but this is hell and there's not really a whole lot of options that were better.