"Your human like the rest of us." She comments sitting a saucer with a warm bear claw down in front of him. This was his fourth visit this week. It was almost liberating to be seen by her specifically. He had sparked an acquaintanceship with the unconventional barista; found solace in her reluctance to treat him as 'the golden boy'. Through her eyes he was a man who had constant strokes of genius; not a cash cow, not a handsome marketable face or a dark and mysterious fantasy. Since the free drink, he has had to pay for every order after that.

He stopped looking at the pages on his screen to thank her. Once she waved goodbye he went back to reading the goofy comic. PolitiCat was everyone's guilty pleasure. Generally, it was packed with bad animal puns and the over use of cliché plot twists. Every so often the weekly web comic would do a 180, having a more direct and profound message, hence political. "Have you met sloth prime minister Raúl yet?" He called out to her.

She wasn't around to hear him.