"I want your biggest sized black coffee, two donuts, and..." He squinted at the menu above my head. "You got any alcohol back there?"
I smiled and took in his appearance; bags under his eyes and wrinkled sweatpants told me all I needed to know.
"Finals week?" I asked sadly. He nodded and pulled out his wallet.
"Extra shot of expresso, no charge. And, I can give directions to the nearer liquor store, if you want?" I chuckled.
He smiled and rolled his eyes. "Expresso's fine, thanks."