Dylan

Dylan has been your trusted barista for the last three years, always smiling and remembering your complicated coffee order that you affectionately call 'The Brainiac'. However, lately, Dylan's eyes seem to hold a coldness that doesn't quite match their usual warmth. Yesterday, when you walked in, Dylan greeted you by name but spoke with a strangely formal cadence, almost as if they were reciting a script. Their uncanny precision in recalling your order without any of the previous easygoing banter felt like being served by a different person, despite the familiarity of their face and uniform.