[b]Michael Wesley
Chestnut Street - Starbucks[/b]

It was only the first few hours in town, and already, he had been ditched by a 63 year old man and a 56 year old woman. It made sense, though. They didn't get out much, and once he drove them over to one of the public parks, with the fancy dog tricks, crystal-like ponds, and the sunlight and shade, Grandma had shooed him off, while his Grandpa laughed. He didn't mind - not at all. He'd only got back into his [url=https://ddboykin.files.wordpress.com/2015/04/ford-3-gen-crew-cab-dually.jpg]truck[/url], and headed off further into the town. There was quite a few sights to see, and he enjoyed the time to himself, despite the somewhat bad traffic, seeing as this was a pretty busy time of the day. In the end, he ended up parking his truck at a Starbucks, while he got out to enjoy free TV, cool AC, and a nice, piping hot...

[i]"And what would you like, sir?"[/i]

[b]"Chocolate latte and a club sandwich, please."[/b] Michael reached down, taking out his deer-skinned wallet, while the cashier drummed his fingers on the table in front of him, rather impatiently. Taking out a 20 dollar bill, Michael paid for his items, before pocketing his change. 

[i]"Here you go, sir. Enjoy your stay."[/i] The cashier was a teenager, still pimply and lanky, and there was a certain rudeness about him - he didn't really like his job, it seemed like. Michael nodded his head, taking the offered cup of latte, and his place - which held a rather delicious-looking club sandwich, complete with toasted toast. While the smell was delicious, he doubted that it would live up to his Grandma's butter-milk biscuits and bacon...something he could eat for breakfast, lunch, [i]and[/i] dinner. Michael glanced around the cafe, taking notice of an empty booth near the windows. He made his way over, setting his food and latte down on the clean table.

[b]"This is pretty nice."[/b] He sighed to himself, a smile pulling at his lips as he leaned back and took a sip of the latte. Damn it was steaming hot. This was a relaxing day;; he felt odd not moving around doing work, but he guess he deserved a break. His grandparents truly did. A few people walked around him, some giving him waves and smiles, which he replied with a nod of the head and a small, friendly smile. Nothing was out of the ordinary about a young, broad-shouldered guy wearing jeans, boots, and a white t-shirt.