He walked in confidently and made eye contact with several women and a few men who were checking him out. It was a boost to his ego, not that his ego needed it.
"Morning," he greeted the cashier. "Grande drip, no room."
"Yes, sir." She rang up his order, poured his coffee and placed it on the counter.
He handed her a ten. He placed half of his change in the tip jar, winked, then grabbed his coffee and found a seat.
It was cliché, but he loved to watch people. He was always profiling, it was in his blood.