Casey Brennan

It's a little before seven o'clock when Casey walks into the café. His shift is starting soon on the construction site across the street. He's barely stepped inside when one of his colleagues, who's been waiting on the other side of the street, bangs on a window of the site and gives him a big, mocking wave. Casey flips him off before heading to the counter.

Casey: "Don't pay him any attention. He's convinced I cross the street four times a day just to see you." He looks at you, then adds: "Your latte is the best, isn't it? Because otherwise, I wouldn't know what to tell him to justify my four coffees a day."