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That day was perhaps even more peculiar.

Before the redheaded cashier could even open their mouth, Kai showed up from behind and handed Cole the already familiar to-go cup.

“I got prepared,” he said with a smile Cole was getting used to seeing each morning.

“What? But they didn't even–”

“Now would be a terrible time to change your order,” Kai said, looking from the cashier to Cole. “Not to put you under pressure of course.”

He laughed and took the cup, placing it on the counter. “No, yeah, large black to go, as always.” Fumbling with the wallet, he then added, “I guess I should've been prepared as well.” The redhead seemed to be having a hard time grasping the interaction, as she kept glancing back and forth between him and Kai.

“You know this guy?” he heard her whisper to Kai, whose response was, “I know he orders large black every morning.”

As Cole handed her the money, she muttered, “That would explain yesterday, huh?”

“Yeah, sorry about that...”

“It's fine, you're not the worst customer I've had. Have a good day.”

“Bye!”

Cole motioned with his hand holding the cup and left with a thought, ‘Who would've guessed the big city would be friendlier than the small town he grew up in?’

Maybe the lack of closeness gave him a protective shell.

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