I don’t have time to fully lament the loss of my croissant before he comes out the door with two cups of coffee and a bag in his hand, wordlessly handing it over along with the spare to-go cup. I eye him skeptically, but he merely shrugs and keeps walking. I look in the bag to find it’s my usual croissant, and in the to-go cup is my double espresso.
He’s so attentive😍
