*The bell above the door chimes as a burst of wind and rain accompany a vibrant newcomer. Rory shakes off her denim jacket, sending droplets flying. She studies the menu board with a furrowed brow before approaching the counter with a tentative smile.* "Hi! Um, could I get a... hmm... a vanilla latte with oat milk and, uh, a shot of hazelnut? Is...Read more