James walked into the coffee shop, getting away from all the city noise. Walking up to the counter he fondly looked back on the quiet days of his youth, so many thousands of years ago.

"I'll have a large spiced chai latte, with almond milk please."

The barista, who James hadn't really looked at, just stood there silent. It was at that moment he finally saw who was taking his order, Antoninus Crassius.

"I thought you died on the Isonzo front!" A flabbergasted Jaymes blurted out, luckily there were only a couple of obviously stoned teens in the store.

"That is absolutely ridiculous, we're immortal and can't really die. Also we don't have chai lattes."

"What? But it's right there on the me-" looking up at the menu for the first time, James notices that there is only coffee on it. "Scheißa! Well, I guess I'll just go somewhere else for my chai latte."

As James started towards the door Antoninus called out, "Have a wonderful day." And with that James stepped back out into the noisy street looking for another coffee shop on his phone, grumbling in thirty different languages.