Barista's Coffee Shop

Tyler strode into the coffee shop, and couldn’t help a smile form on his face as the earthy aroma of coffee greeted his nose. He surveyed the room and mentally chose a spot to sit in the back, near a corner. It was one of those small round tables, with four chairs around it. He glanced around, noting that there weren’t a lot of people in Barista’s, just a couple tired looking adults in line. He strolled up behind the last of them and checked his watch, a metal blue and red one he had bought at a garage sale once. It wasn’t like Tyler had anywhere to be, it was just a habit he had picked up from his dad.