Sam Foster walks into Christy's with no little trepidation. He's the "new guy", and as such feels out of place somewhat. The place is homely enough, but it's no Sunbucks, as he is used to. The place is moderately busy, and Sam walks to the counter to be served.
"I'd like uhh... coffee as black as you can make it.." he says, scratching the back of his head. He doesn't even know if they serve this stuff here, it did say 'Tea Shoppe' outside, something that made him cringe. "And ummm. A raspberry danish, I guess."
"You're not from around here?" asks a woman who looks to be like Christy.
"No ma'am, I'm from Liberty. Been in Bretonia a year, but still not used to this..."
"Relax a little."
Inside a minute he has a mug of hot, black coffee in one hand and a plate with a raspberry danish in the other. He notices a section which has a few BPA officers in it and he sits there, sipping his coffee.