It was exactly 8:00am when Derek maneuvered into the Café and yawned until they arrived at the request window. “You don't want anything?” Derek asked.

“Nothing much… Just a toasted bread.” Robert said after yawning.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” Robert asked Derek, who was staring at him like he knew something Robert didn't want to divulge.

“You don't want that?” Derek asked.

“Want what exactly?”

“Coffee punk.”

“Oh… Yeah, it will keep my eyes open.” Robert said.

“Maybe you shouldn't have said we were starting so fuc—”

“Order when you're ready,” the speaker squawked.

After he ordered and pulled forward, Derek finished, “So fuckin' early.”

“It's...