I approached the coffee shop like I did so every morning, with a skip in my feet. I adjusted my face mask, carefully, before leaning on the door to swing it open. I was greeted with a delightful smell of fresh bagels and croissants as I always did every Monday morning. This was my only source of routine since the city was shut down due to the Coronavirus. "Mornin' Clara." Dixie greeted me, as she prepared a bagel, carefully rapping it in tin foil. "Hey! Where's your mask. Your risking infection, there." I pointed out, extending a finger. She was maskless, as usual. Despite the fact that she owned a mask, she was always removing it to get some fresh air she said. But I dejected in the idea entirely. It's unhygienic in my eyes. "Sorry, guess your right. I'll have to get into the habit of keepin' this old thing on, won't I?" Dixie laughed, reapplying the mask, taking off her gloves for a second. I nodded, scooping up a bagel with the pincers. "Your usual, $4." Dixie said bluntly. "Sure." I responded, sliding the money across the counter with my index finger. "Ah, ah ah." Dixie refused, gesturing to the huge box of water filled with quarters. "Oh, right. Sorry I forgot." I nodded, dropping the quarters into the box, watching them slowly fizzle away. "Yeah..better wash that counter now." Dixie sighed, grabbing the disinfectant and bleach reluctantly. "No need! Allow me." I reassured her, reaching into my bag hastily. She looked at me, confused. I brought out a squirt bottle of disinfectant, and began spraying it hastily. "Oh well, looky' here." Dixie raised her eyes brows, as she began to smile. "I know." I smiled, plopping the bottle back in my bag. Suddenly, the door jingled as a new customer entered. "That's weird, you never have any other customers this time of day." I muttered to her, before turning around. Without warning, I crashed into someone's chest. "Agh! Fuck fuck..." I stumbled back, looking at the ground, panicking. I grabbed my disinfectant and began to spray my entire body. "Watch your step!" I growled, looking up at the tall person. There before me, was a casually dressed guy, with fluffy looking black hair, masked of course, his hands in his pockets. "Hh..." I stumbled, unsure of what to say. "Grayson. Grayson Darns. Nice to meet you. I apologise for bumping into you." He picked up his lower leg, placing his foot upon mine, the usual Corona greeting in avoidance of the usual handshake. "I-...that's okay, I'm sorry. I'm, Clara. Clara Ursold." I nodded, placing my other foot upon his. I knew he smiled under his mask as I said this.
