Rosa was usually the type of person who had absolutely no problem being antisocial and barely ever leaving her apartment, but, honestly, after last week where she'd spent maybe a handful of hours outside of it and that was about it, she was kind of sick of it. It was a weird feeling, and she didn't like it, and if it persisted, then she was maybe going to need to grab her bike and hit the road for a week or something, since it had been a while.

She'd maybe see how she felt once she got out for a bit, but, so far, it wasn't helping. She figured it was a perfect plan, go to the Perk, grab a coffee, and then just settle in a corner to read because she'd practically forgotten with all the commotion of last week that she had that new Crimson Portal book to finish. Also, she was vaguely worried that Anna Pavlova might be moving on from her shoe phase into a sort of book phase, and doubted she could get past the first chapter with that dog trying to eat it or something.

But she was getting impatient, because she was still waiting for her drink to come up, which made absolutely no sense, and she checked her watched, and was really questioning her ability to not just go back there and make it herself.

"It's a black coffee," she reminded them. "How long could it possibly take?"

Apparently, however long was needed for the narrative structure.

"What? Are you still growing the beans? Come on."

But the baristas just shrugged and gestured futilely toward the coffee maker, as if they really couldn't do anything about it, despite it being, you know, their jobs, but whatever.

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