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There’s a bench, just outside of the front entrance, and Nick takes his insipid coffee there for some fresh air. Any hopes of a bit of solitude are dashed fairly instantly when he sees that someone is already sitting there.
He’s young, and clearly down on his luck. There’s a paper pot held in his hand and his clothes look a little sore for wear. Nick fishes around in his pocket for some change and flicks a coin into the man’s pot.
It makes a sloshing sound against whatever liquid is in the bottom of the cup.
“What the fuck?”