there's this guy at my coffee shop who always orders the same thing — black cold brew, no sugar — but the way he says it changes depending on who's working the counter. he's taller with the older barista, softer with the girl with the nose ring, and i swear he almost flirted with the one who has the arm tattoos. it's like watching someone try on different versions of himself in 45-second intervals and i'm the only one paying attention.