Coffee Time

	It’s a calm, cloudy morning today, and you feel as groggy as you usually do. You get out of bed, go to the bathroom, and brush your teeth while you shower, as per usual. You brush your hair, head back to your room to dress in your usual attire: t-shirt, khaki pants, and tennis shoes. Everything seems to be as per usual. Now, to get yourself some liquid awakeness to try and trudge through the day. It’s strange, though, because your coffee maker seems to be on the fritz. Well, at least the coffee shop down the road will have something for you to drink.
	You grab your keys, your wallet, and your lanyard with your ID card on it. You’re sure that you have enough time before work to actually go in and get something. After all, waiting in Drive-Thru lines is something that bothers you, your friends, and everyone else to no end in this place, so it’s generally faster to go in and get it yourself. With that thought in your head, you head to your car, close the door, put the key into the ignition, and pull out of your driveway. After making sure that you have everything that you need for the day, including the resumés that you keep with you at all times. After all, who knows when a job opportunity may present itself?
	The drive to the coffee shop is long, at least, you think it is. You still need to wake up enough to realize how fast time can move. It’s strange… When you’re tired and don’t want to get out of bed, time feels like it’s running a race with itself, but when you’re awake, it’s like it’s stuck in a river of hardened molasses. You shake your head before making a turn onto the road that holds your life-blood for the mornings… Wait, is that a sign in front of the place? Why weren’t there any cars or anything going around that place?
	“Closed for Renovation”. That’s what’s printed on the front of that sign that’s placed in front of that doorway. You mentally curse yourself, your family, and your descendants at the sight of such a sign before pulling your way out from that parking lot… You needed your coffee, and fast. Otherwise, people wouldn’t like you for what you would become when you didn’t get what you wanted to survive the mornings.
	You look through your windows as best as your bleary eyes can manage to try and find another coffee shop. Suddenly, on the far corner in bright neon lights, you spot it, a picture of the bean-made life-blood that made most of you and most other people’s mornings bearable: a stylized coffee cup with steam lines wafting up from the picture. Without another word, you make your way there. After groggily making your way to an empty parking space, you get out, rub your face, and head inside through the gargantuan doors.
	What meets you first, though, is the sight of a short line of people standing up at the counter. The person serving them, though, makes you have to blink your eyes once or twice to make sure your sleep deprived mind isn’t playing tricks on you. Standing there, you see an immense being wearing a visor with the coffee shop’s logo printed on the front. He stands there, shirtless, a smile on his face and an empty cup in hand.
	What really sticks out, though, is his gut. His rotund body is pressing against the counter and the wall at the same time, causing him to have to squeeze through the place as best he can while taking and delivering orders. Of course, the massive fluffy-looking tail that’s paced into those shorts he’s wearing is making everything as plain to see as anything else, and judging by the half-awake crowd’s reaction, they seem to be enjoying the view. Of course, there just so happens to be something else there that’s massive outside from that tail and that body of his, but your sleep addled brain is swimming… You need coffee. Now.
	So, as per normal, you wait patiently as you can through that line, making sure to smack yourself awake every now and then when you feel yourself nodding off. Just about that time, you make your way to the front of the line, your eyes threatening to close on you once again. A voice coming from behind the counter greets you.
	“Good morning! Welcome to Robusta’s Café. My name’s Cinnamon! How may I help you today, then?”
	You open your mouth for a moment to try and figure out what to say, but things seem too slow for you. You close it again before thinking of what to order…

What do you do…?