(Sorry about the appears eighteen thing, he is eighteen but some of my characters look younger than they are, so writing it that way is a bit of a habit.)

Elliott wakes up early in the morning and heads to his normal coffee shop, not ready to function yet. He walks in and glances at the menu. He ambles up to the counter and mutters, "An espresso." He then looks up to notice who took his order. "Why, hello again. How're you this dratted early morning?" He grins slightly, hearing how little a morning person he is.