This ain't Kentucky... Who: Cannonball and X-23. What: Celebrating the end of finals week with coffee. When: December 17th, 2014, afternoon. Where: Uncommon Grounds. Warnings: None, so far.
If there was one thing Sam could say he never understood about New York, and there were a lot of things that Sam did not understand about New York, it was the coffee. Back in Kentucky, there was coffee and sometimes there was decaf, the latter only if you were in some high falluting business such as a car dealership. Usually though, there was just coffee and that's how you ordered it: coffee. There were no sizes. There were no grades of roast or mix-ins or toppers. It was just coffee and that coffee usually cost you just under a dollar for as many cups as you liked.
Well, needless to say, Sam was not in Kentucky anymore.
After paying upwards of three dollars (because part of it was a tip that he felt compelled to pay to the tip jar) for something hot and black in a large recyclable cardboard cup, Sam dodged his way around the other patrons in the busy shop. He wanted a seat near the windows, but that was impossible so he settled for something toward the back of the place to nurse his Cup o'Joe before doing something a little more grand for the end of finals. Maybe he'd take in a movie or go build a snowman. He didn't know, yet. He supposed it all depended on if and who he ran into before he got back to the Haven.
Well, he hoped there'd be someone, at any rate. He was plumb bored being all by himself. Maybe he'd call home to Kentucky to keep himself entertained, but that was a big maybe. Holidays just made talking to his mama and siblings harder. He sure did miss home. There was no denying that.