Station Square had a plate for everyone to go to. This included some nice homey coffee shops, where many individuals make trips to to either hang out with others, get work done, or to just get some peace and quiet.

That third reason was being applied to one that had been going to one of the quieter shops for years. He often came in wearing his brown leather coat, showing off his bald head and light brown mustache, but at the same time hiding his very distinguishable stomach. Although when he would sit down, his stomach would ever so slightly push against the coat.

Everytime this man came to this local coffee shop, he had the face of a very focused thinker. When he came to the shop, he was always in his own little world thinking about something that was usually pretty far off from what the others around him are assuming. He barely spoke, and tries to quickly end conversations people start with him.

"Here's your drink sir," said a female fox employee. She came over to the table with a brown cup that had a black lid on top of it. She handed it to the man's hand, who took it from her slowly, and immediately noticed something wrong with his usual order. "This is cold."

"What? It's like boiling hot, I spilled some of it on my hand, I should know!"

"I like mine at 150 degrees Fahrenheit."

"...are you feeling alright?"

"Look you little brat, you're obviously new here and have no idea what customer service is. But just ask anyone else and they'll guide your puny little mind to the completion of this oh so difficult task."

The man was right. The female fox just had to ask one of her fellow co-workers what to do and she realized how much of a regular this man really was. An older female human came and gave the man his boiling hot drink, wearing the necessary gloves so she wouldn't be screaming in pain before she let it go.

"Here ya go Ivo," the woman said.

"Thanks Shirley," the man named Ivo said, as Shirley walked away. He drank his precious order with no expression of pain on his face. Not even a single twinge. Through his dark blue sunglasses, Ivo could see the female fox talk to Shirley with much curiosity. Everyone wondered how Ivo could drink such a hot beverage, but they were all too afraid to ask. That's the way he liked it. He always liked a sense of control.

As Ivo enjoyed his beverage, another customer came in that was not so regular. It was none other than that blue hedgehog, Sonic. Looking exactly the same as he did the night before, he took a seat at the counter where people could have conversations with the very social employees. Sonic sat in front of a large green crocodile about twice his size.

"Yo Vector," Sonic said.

The green crocodile immediately put down the glass he was polishing to look at the person who called his name. He looked a few years older than Sonic, and as confident as crocodiles usually came.

"Sonic! Long time no see," Vector greeted shaking Sonic's hand.

"Do you still serve my usual?"

"Well technically we do, at night. But just for you I'll fix it up!"

Vector only took two minutes to make Sonic his drink. Sonic began to drink it, and tried to catch up with his old friend.

"So Sonic, are they still chasing you?" Vector asked.

"They're always going to Vector," Sonic said. "But I'm starting to feel like they're getting tired."

"Well you are the fastest thing on the planet kid."

"It's been a long time since I could just walk around the streets like this."

"Maybe that means you could try to settle down Sonic."

Sonic liked the idea of being able to settle down. Being on the run for years without being able to have many sustaining relationships often took a toll on Sonic. Just once, Sonic wanted things to change up and be able to stay in one place. "I guess but what could I do around here Vector? The government has basically made it impossible for me to do anything outside of running. With the amount of personal info you need to give out to get any job these days, or go to school."

"Well I haven't heard many good things about either of those things to be honest bud."

Sonic chuckled. "I guess after ten years, the general public forgets about you. So maybe I'll be able to stick around for awhile."

"You know, that's good Sonic. I've missed ya round these parts. You're welcome to bunk with me and Charmy."

"You're still housing that bee?"

"Well I did mean it when I said I was going to mold him in my image Sonic!"

Sonic chuckled again. He thought it was funny the idea of Vector trying to mold someone in his image. But Vector definitely was much like a father figure to Sonic, so Sonic didn't see any real objection coming up to his mind when he thought of Charmy. It's been a long time since he had seen Charmy though. Sonic wondered how the now six year old is turning out. "I'd love to bunk with ya Vector. I'm gonna go out and grab a chili dog for dinner but I'll be back in a bit."

Sonic gave Vector his glass and hopped off his seat. He was walking towards the entrance then until be bumped into Ivo, who was about to leave as well.

"Oh, sorry dude," Sonic said as he walked pass him.

Ivo groaned as Sonic walked away, and exited the shop as well.