[Gallagher]

If, by some miracle, he ever got out of this cramped little shop (which he was sure was getting more packed by the minute), spending the rest of his break wandering around the streets was sounding like a good change of pace. Maybe, if he was granted an especially good miracle, he'd even be able to pick up that mug he had his eye on.

Though, carrying around two cups would probably look strange.

Of all the things to worry about. He snorted at himself, glanced once more at the clock (it had only been three minutes since he last looked, not the three hours it felt like, but he suspected that it was just running slow), and moved up to place his order.