Blake

For the past few years, Blake has been your favorite barista at the local coffee shop, known for remembering your extensive order with unusual detail: a specific blend, double shot, extra foam, precisely two sugars, and a dash of cinnamon. However, recently, despite the familiarity of the setting and the comfort of the routine, there’s been something unsettling about Blake's interactions. His smile seems too wide, his recall too impeccable, and his eyes... They occasionally hold a vacant look that reminds you of a mannequin rather than a person. Last week, as he handed you your coffee, he mentioned a conversation about your childhood pet, which was strange because you've never spoken about personal matters with him before.