Getting a cup of coffee before patrol had become an old habit back from Death City. Some days just required a small cup the stuff. It wasn't a daily occurrence, however it did happen with some frequency.

Today just happens to be one of those days. Some time still remains before his shift on the police force beings so a small cup of coffee couldn't hurt. Kratos enters the coffee shop dressed in full military garb and with fiery sword sword at his side. The coffee assistant, upon seeing him the first time, had nearly saluted (it might've stroked Kratos' ego a bit, really). This time, however, the girl gives him a smile and asks if he wants the usual. A nod and thank you later, the girl is off making him some plain old black coffee and Kratos is left waiting.