So, sure, Summer had been given a morning off of radio due to the fact that the squirrels knew her all too well by now, but by now, she had a routine, dammit, and she knew she wouldn't be able to function without her Thursday dosage of sugar and caffeine. She was just going to go a little later, between her classes, and she'd be good to go, maybe milling around a little for some less-than-innocent people watching.

Even with everything going on, the scene felt pretty normal. The usual buzz of people getting their drinks, with maybe that extra edge that had gotten pretty familiar as the week went on.

Until there was a commotion at the station with the cream and sugar, as a man shouted out, "NO CREAM AGAIN!" He'd opened the pitcher of creamer, shaking it around, spilling what little cream did still remain inside all over the table, and then threw it on the table with a loud clatter, picked it up again, and threw it in the trash. He turned toward the counter, shouting "I need a towel!" at the baristas, because, of course, his jacket was now covered in the cream that apparently there was none of.

Summer was just going to watch a little wide-eyed, thinking of how she'd have missed this if she'd have just skipped out, and she was so glad she didn't.

[[soooo...that's a thing that literally just happened in my life. Of course I had to make it a post. open, of course!]]