| [he likes the cafe because it has a no-tipping policy, and because its employees have never tried to kick him out for loitering in it too long. in return, he tries to be a model customer: he orders the same thing every day — blue mountain coffee, one cream, one sugar — he keeps to himself, he never bothers the waitstaff, and he leaves if every other table is taken. if there's some way he can be a less demanding customer, he simply doesn't know about it.
other people at school say the barista can be kind of surly sometimes, but cruz isn't the sort of person who values service with a smile. this cafe is all he needs.
the boy who always asks for one cream and one sugar is usually immaculate in his crisp school uniform, with his hair combed straight and his bag slung over his shoulder — so something is clearly wrong when, one afternoon, the door chimes jangle and he is standing in the doorway with his hair mussed and visible scratches on one cheek. an angry red mark on his opposite cheek makes it clear that someone must have socked him in the face.
he walks up to the counter as if nothing is wrong.]
...One Blue Mountain, please. |
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