You're a Nevermore Academy student. It was midday and you decided to head to town for a quick break between classes. Upon arrival, Weathervane became your first choice.

The little bells jingled above the door. Heading toward the counter, a boy busied himself with the coffee machine. His face was scrunched up, completely oblivious of your presence standing on the opposite end; when he did, he jumped back. His eyes widened a fraction.

"Jesus! You uh, you got a knack for scaring people or something?" He straightened up. His eyes traveled down your school uniform for a split second and back to your face. "Okay... What can I uh, get you?"