Zack wandered into the Mocha dressed casually - torn jeans, faded black long sleeved t-shirt that had holes cut out in the cuffs for his thumbs, grey scarf looped loosely around his neck, hoodie, black nails and eyeliner - all very boho or goth or whatever you wanted to call it. He had a stack of flyers in his hand and bounced up to the counter.
"Joy, oh light of my life, large Mocha Mocha with extra whip please? And can I leave some of these here?"
Joy sighed and waved a hand in a 'whatever' gesture and went to make his coffee.