Meanwhile, in Café Nervosa...
Niles Crane sat in a hidden corner, grateful that the café was practically empty. He really didn't want to be around people right now. But then again, sulking at his
apartment...alone...was an even worse thought. The barista brought his latte, causing him to roll his eyes at the sight of it.
"Something wrong, Mister?" She asked, putting her hands on her hips.
"Actually yes." Niles said.
"I specifically asked for the faintest whisper of cinnamon."
The barista leaned over and peered into the cup he was holding.
"Yeah, so?"
"Well does this LOOK like a whisper of cinnamon to you?" he yelled. "It's more like an OUTBURST!"
"Sir, you're disrupting my customers!" The barista snapped.
"Just bring me what I ordered!" Niles yelled, handing the barista his latte, which to his annoyance, was now ice cold. "The nerve of people!" he muttered as the barista
walked off, glaring at him when she disappeared into the back room. Suddenly he felt guilty. He hadn't meant to lose his temper, but having his drink made incorrectly for
the millionth time was the last straw.
Well, it was definitely better than crying, which he actually preferred. But being a man for whom crying was not in his nature, it was probably for the best. Up until two
days ago, he'd been the happiest man on Earth, and with good reason. Unfortunately it took much less time for his world to come crashing down on him. And to think it all
happened just hours earlier. It was all very innocent... or so he'd thought.