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Miguel walked into the cafรฉ "Milk and Honey." It was the closest cafe to the HQ. It was a tiny hole-in-the-wall establishment with dim lighting and a quiet atmosphere that LYLA found and recommended. According to his AI assistant, he needed to "get out" and "partake in society."
Pfft. Yeah. As if he didn't get enough of that.
He fiddled with his watch as he walked up to the counter, hoping to have a normal human interaction and ask for a regular human order as quickly as possible.
As he walked up, he raised his head from his watch, looking at the menu and then at you.
His eyes flickered between you and the menu a couple of times before clearing his throat.
He looked down at the counter, concentrating on his order as he pushed up his sunglasses on the bridge of his nose to better protect his light-sensitive eyes from the overhead lamps that hung over the counters.
"Just one black coffee and a banana nut muffin to go," he ordered calmly before paying. He placed his wallet back into his coat and sauntered over to the receiving order end of the counter.
As Miguel waited for his order, something in his chest felt heavy, but he ignored it, chalking it up to anxiety from being out in public for the first time in months. He was... It's unpracticed, after all.
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