He opened the door and stepped back to allow the people behind him enter. Not looking left or right, he walked over and waited in line.
When it was his turn, he nodded in greeting. "Small black coffee, please."
"Anything else, sir?"
He glanced at the sweets. "I'll take one of the oat bran muffins."
She wrapped the treat and poured his coffee. He handed her his card and dropped two dollars in the tip jar.
"Have a good day, Sir," the cashier smiled.
"Thank you," he replied. He slipped the muffin into his pocket, grabbed his coffee and left.