The old gieser walks into the door led by his tween granddaughter.
She struts up to the counter, quickly reapplying her summer friday lip gloss, before spitting out her order.
“I’d like a carmel macchiato with extra carmel and whipped cream.”
The cashier nods and totals the purchase.
“My name is Nova.”
She says before the cashier asks.
“Ok, and for you sir?”
“Get me a coffee.”
Nova stares a...