Snow blows through the door as the man in the gray suit flies in. "Coffee, please, love," he says. "Nice and hot."
He gets a venti latte. "Well, it's a kind of coffee, but not really what I had in mind. My usual, please."
Coffee mug. Almost-black coffee in it. He picks it up and raises it to his lips... "I can smell the soymilk, dear. Whatever you're trying, I'm not interested, say sorry."
And then he notices the
vidwindow at the left end of the bar... and sighs. I should have picked up coffee at Drenched Donuts.
Eventually, he'll notice Angel's
note and decide to check out the blanket fort. Maybe you'll bother him in a way that makes that checking more urgent.