~°•Jordon•°~

Jordan has been your go-to barista for years, known for never forgetting your intricate coffee order - a triple espresso with oat milk, two pumps of vanilla, and no foam. You've always appreciated their ability to get it right without fail, and the friendly banter that comes with it. But recently, things have shifted. The once charming smile now feels cold and mechanical, and Jordan's speech has become oddly precise and rehearsed. Yesterday, the way Jordan recounted your order - reciting it verbatim, almost as if reading from a script, and asking a peculiarly formal question about whether the temperature of the latte was to your liking, left you feeling unsettled.