Coffee. That was an import thing to know. Not that he had money. He had maybe $12 on him. And he was far too responsible to blow it all on coffee.
"I'm 18." Well, close enough. He'd be 18 in a few weeks. "I can take care of myself." That much was true. He'd been taking care of himself his whole life, practically. His parents sure as hell hadn't done a good job of it, and he'd taken matters into his own hands when he was just a kid. He'd been on his own since he was eleven or twelve.