"Adia trusts folks who don't deserve it a lot." Josh rubs his hand against the back of his neck while turning to pull one of the whimsical oversized whisks that serve as handles for the entrance doors. "I do my best to make sure she doesn't regret it. From me, at least."

Rather than sidling up to the counter to order something however, Josh is quick to move behind it and wash his hands.

"How do you take your coffee?" Storytime after drinks are made.