[center][h1]The Foxhole | Monday | 8:00 AM[/h1][/center]
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Mornings in the Foxhole were always different from the rest of the day. 

Ravenna hummed softly to herself, the smell of hot coffee wafting through the establishment even in the earliest hours of the cafe's opening. In the afternoon, the little shop was already in the swing of things, and if she were completely honest, typically had more teens than other age groups. The woman didn't mind, of course, but there was something pleasant about the mornings, where the only people around were the regulars that came in a set schedule. The shop would be bustling later, but in the morning, it was a quiet domain. Peaceful, maybe.

That was probably why she'd seen familiar faces coming by more often than not, if she were honest. There had been unrest in the city as of late, a stark uptick in crime coming in response to paranoia, terrorism, and people that simply...[i]vanished[/i]. That, added to the sudden groups of religious extremists and theorists, had probably been enough for anyone to seek out the comfort of routine. Better than routine, even, considering the decided lack of any attempts to invade the Foxhole, as far as the public was aware.

Ravenna couldn't really take credit for that though. Not with Rust being Rust.

[color=cfa9af]"Hmmm, Ron will want a scone with extra jam, and Laura will want her bagel untoasted..."[/color] Those two were like clockwork. Every morning at the same time, the same order. After a while, the barista had managed to get the timing for having their orders ready as soon as they walked through the door. [color=cfa9af]"Must be a fulfilling routine..."[/color]

Speaking of which, the school year was starting up again, wasn't it? That would mean a lot of returning business after the lengthy summer holidays, wouldn't it? She hummed to herself ever the more as she thought of how productive the mornings were bound to become.

There was a jingle at the door, the sign of a customer. A familiar brown haired man in a tank top and sweat pants had arrived, right on schedule. He took his usual seat at the bar, smiling with a wave toward the barista. "Morning Rav, I'll have my usual." The gym teacher leaned back in his stool, with one hand idly moving through his own messy brown hair. He had a bit of stubble yet to be shaved, and his eyes showed hints of improper sleep. Typical from his summer habits of a night owl. 

On schedule, as always... if a little more unkempt than usual. Ravenna flashed a smile at John as she removed a portion of said usual from the toaster oven.

[color=cfa9af]"Morning, Digiorno. Coming back to being diurnal?"[/color] A cup of fresh coffee was poured and set in its usual place, the light teasing note in Ravenna's voice impossible to miss even while she busied herself with plating the rest of the gym teacher's breakfast. 

He was never able to avoid a smile hearing that stupid nickname, with an exaggerated sigh and eye roll that followed like a routine. "I swear if you didn't have this cafe I would have abandoned mornings altogether." He humored, taking a sip of his coffee. "I don't know how you can get yourself every morning for this."

[color=cfa9af]"Could be plenty of reasons,"[/color] Ravenna started. Plates and utensils were set with a sense of familiarity that came with years of practice, the sound minimal despite the movement. [color=cfa9af]"Like maybe I look forward to seeing your cute face in the morning?"[/color]

A laugh fell upon the mildly tan teacher, his cheeks lightly flushed. "Always so forward Rav. You're lucky you don't have any other customers at the moment."

[color=cfa9af]"My, my, saying I'm lucky to be spending a morning alone with you? And you call me forward."[/color] The barista chuckled, a soft melodic sound that didn't disturb the peace of the cafe. [color=cfa9af]"So, what have you been doing all summer, John? Thinking of new ways to make sure your kids are tired and hungry after class?"[/color]

"If I was that dedicated I should have went for a drill sergeant." He took another sip of his coffee after a quick chuckle. "What about you? How has your summer been?"

[color=cfa9af]"Hmm, nothing too different. I missed a few regulars, I guess."[/color] Ravenna claimed, the easy smile still lingering on her lips as she returned to the task of prepping for the next regulars that would inevitably come through the door. [color=cfa9af]"Luckily, it looks like crime doesn't like my little shop."[/color]

She smiled at her first customer of the day, even as she heard some semblance of a scoff resound in her head. Tyet had never been much for the small talk.

[color=cfa9af]"But it is less lonely in the mornings with all the Lakewood High regulars on their way back. I guess I should welcome you home."[/color]

"Well I missed you too Rav." He said with a smile as he downed the rest of his morning brew. "Maybe we could catch a movie sometime. You free friday night?"

[color=cfa9af]"Only with a coupon,"[/color] Ravenna teased in response. [color=cf9af]"But I can make an exception just for you. Friday night sounds lovely."[/color]

"Alright, I'll pick you up at 8." He finished his morning fix, and already started to fish in his pockets for his wallets. "That work for you?" He'd pay his usual bill with a 20% tip, teacher's salaries be damned. 

[color=cfa9af]""More than enough, Digiorno."[/color]

The teacher gave a smirk at her once last time before waving his hand as he left the store.