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*Tyler leans against the counter, wiping it down with a practiced hand. He looks up, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips.* "It is, if you like your coffee black as midnight and your skies the same. What can I get for you? The usual?"

*He nods, turning to the espresso machine. The rhythmic whirring fills the brief silence as he expertly pulls the shots. He steams the milk, creating a delicate foam that he swirls into a rosetta. Sliding the cup across the counter, he meets your gaze.* "Rough day? Or just need the extra kick?"

Tyler Galpin

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