Harvey continued strumming his guitar, singing improvised gibberish as he went. Brewster stood in front of him, awkwardly, as the nonsense music continued before him. Tiny yellow birds chirped around him, unusually in time to the music. Brewster regarded them nervously, praying they didn't leave a...mess…that he would not want to clean up once this customer had left.

Suddenly, the never-ending song ended and Brewster gave a delayed and disheartened applause.

"Yep, that's the new song," Harvey smiled, "I haven't got the lyrics down right but I doubt you could tell, right?"

Amongst the numerous lines he had heard, the only ones Brewster could vaguely remember were:

-"I don't like the Internet, I think it's evil and wicked"

-"This beautiful earth made lots of things but it didn't make an Internet browser"

-"Why are teenagers so intimidating, because you're all so smaaaaaaaaall"

"Get your RV off my magnolias, you serpent womaaaan"

"I had no idea, coo," Brewster lied, blantantly.

"Haha! Guess I just got the musical gift, right? I am thinking of making the song anti-Internet themed. Either that or a powerful pro-peace ballad, man."

"I am sorry to interject, Harvey," he replied, quietly, "but, you have been here for 45 minutes and have yet to order anything."

"Sorry, man, I didn't come here for coffee. I only drink kale smoothies and good old fashioned Earth Juice. That's what I call…waaaaateeeer," Harvey explained, singing the last word which was accompanied with a powerful guitar riff. Brewster sighed and continued polishing the mug he had been holding. Harvey, who didn't seem to notice the barista's chagrin, grinned and continued playing a peaceful melody on his guitar, "I just wanted to play you my new tune."

The confused barista stopped polishing momentarily and looked up at the campsite manager, who was still riffing.

"Why me? I didn't realise we were close...coo…"

"You've got great taste, man! This groovy little wooden coffee shop, that cool mustache you got and your amazing taste in coffee. Down with franchises."

Brewster felt his cheeks warm a little. No one had ever told him he had great taste. He especially liked the comment about his mustache, a feature of himself which he felt was severely underrated.

"Thank you, Harvey...those kind words mean a lot, coo…"

"Who's Harvey?" Harvey exclaimed. He paused for a minute and then fell into a bashful grin, "That's me, isn't it? I'm doing that a lot these days. I'm old, you see?"

Brewster signed internally, the compliment he had received feeling a lot less sincere now. Harvey had a think and began laughing again.

"Also, did I say I hate coffee? I love the stuff! Dairy-free of course. Plus, I did write lyrics to this, but I got to the door and forgot 'em!"

Brewster chuckled softly. Even though he seemed to have really lost the plot, Brewster rarely got to speak with such a carefree and kind man.

"Well, I better be going," Harvey exclaimed, jumping off his seat, making all the birds around him jitter, "I've left the campsite unattended for nearly an hour."

The birds all followed him as he walked to the door played a peaceful melody as he left. He nodded a goodbye to Brewster and then the door was shut, the melody continuing until it got quieter and then, faded away.

Alone, Brewster turned towards the highly-polished glass counter, and admired his mustache.